[Intro:]
Filth! I need every G-Mo Skee fan in the world right now...to lend me your motherf**ing energy. For the Spirit Bomb. These motherf**ers been oppressing me for six years! f** these n***as! Ha. Yeah! b**h!
[Verse 1:]
I came in the game unaccepted, it was f**in' epic
I only spit filth, I didn't have another method
I couldn't go to radio to get a buzz, but the cypher showed a young n***a love
So there I was
A young gun rap with anger, every track a banger
Savage nature in the booth, I'm a gladiator
And as I got my feet wet in the industry
I noticed how greedy and deceitful these n***as be
Everybody seen it, I had the fans watching me
Illest n***a spittin, gettin' f**ed over constantly
There's gotta be a f**in' way out, there's gotta be!
And they wonder why I rap with so much animosity
Honestly I paid my dues, they won't honor me
Now I'm honorary, f** that, n***as gotta bleed
Now I gotta see, so I gotta eat
Welcome to my Filthy Spirit Bomb, put your hands where my eyes can see
[Hook:]
If I can take all the pent up aggression
Every time these muhf**as tried to stop me from progressing
If I just put it all in a single attack, I'm guaranteed to be the realest in rap
My Filthy Spirit Bomb!
If I can take all the misery and pain
All the sh** I faced from these playa haters in the game
If I just put it all in a single attack, I swear to God I'll be the realest in rap
My Filthy Spirit Bomb!
[Verse 2:]
Don't believe everything you read
They wanna deceive and change the way you perceive
And they don't want you to find a way to succeed
The juggalos don't deserve the hate they receive
Cause every muhf**a knows juggalos come to shows
On my first tour, they packed a couple rows
When I had beef, my juggalo brothers rose
And all the shirts at the merch booth f**in' sold!
So who them n***as speaking down on the clown
Point his a** out, Imma pound on his crown
It's real hip hop, underground with the sound
You talk from a distance thousands of miles
You hatin' on the movement, but this is where I found hope
Y'all ain't gettin' money you n***as the real clown show
Ass kissin' that's why your career is on a downslope
I'm ridin' with the Ninjas now, better watch your mouth hoe!
[Hook:]
[Verse 3:]
b**h look at what you made
They book it and I'm paid
That bullsh** you did, I hope you took it to the grave
We coulda save-faced, but you n***as had to hate
Now give me ten feet before you get your a** erased
No hand shakes ni**a we ain't cool all of a sudden
All them years of oppression you n***as done put me under
You lucky I don't pull up on you s**as and start bussin'
Turn your little company to nothing, end of discussion
You know how long it took me to feed my family?
I tried a 100 times, definition of insanity
They think I'm playin' when I say I'm a mad man
Majik Ninja Entertainment paid for the cat-scan
Feet don't fail me, I'm takin' a last stand
Finna throw yo f**in' mixtape in the trashcan
I know you n***as see me, so take more notes
Cause Imma get mine, before I turn ghost
I'm the most debatable, the un-understandable
Problem child of the rap game, I'm an animal
Every avenue, there is nothing that I'd rather do
Keep yo f*ggot a** away from me or I'll shatter you
All I need is the fans so put your motherf**in hands in the sky if you wanna see the Spirit Bomb
And when you hear the song, just release it
And scream at the top of your lungs, "G-Mo Skee b**h!"
[Hook:]