OJTHEPRODUCER - Eff Iggy lyrics

[Intro] Ever since this world of ours began Man's been k**ing off his fellow man yeah Cursing and swearing and threatening the other side As he waves flags and symbols saying 'Peace to all mankind' This chicken Iggy been iggin' me on From day one you been poppin' your gums And I've been waitin' patiently to respond k**in' you off to the beat of the drum The heat of my gun will eat at your lung Pagan Jezebel, I'm about to know you off your pedestal Revoke your ghetto pa**es, you honorary blackness Cla**less, practically begging to get that a** kicked Prejudiced trash, send you back to Aussie land strapped for cash Bound and gagged with your hosiery slashed A gang of plastic explosives explosives attached to your calf With a ma**ive impact that will snap you in half Body in a Hefty bag in the back of a cab With defective (brake) pads, and a full tank of gas Run you off a crag, all that's left of you ash Call up your Mom & Dad, try not to laugh when I tell them Little Amethyst suffered damage, had a bad accident, pa**ed Think you got permission to rock? Cus you were s**in' South n***as off and listened to Pac? Soon as they popped the britches you were itchin' to drop Sickening to watch how the media done christened you hot Iggy you not, you should be at Kentucky Fried swishin' a mop Like a FEMA drill Iggy's a prop When you claimed to be the realest it had me in stitches Nothing about you is authentic what the hell are you sniffin'? You talk it, we live it, you moderately gifted mimic Parasitic, synthetic, expressionless gimmick Effeminate, wanna-be n******gish, temporary immigrant Ignorant, impudent child of wealth and white privilege Who benefits from the oppressive agenda of white suprmacists Mija, do me a favor, go dig a ditch You and them coon a** n***as you kick it with Spineless hypocrites get in line to co-sign ya But at the same time wouldn't hesitate to malign a Black woman for speakin' her mind they undermine her Call me a bitter black b**h, say that I'm hatin' Call me a racist, you're just too damn afraid to engage in An intelligent conversation about misappropriation of Hip-Hop Sellouts they never say sh** They on some fake, shuck-and-jive with a great big a** grape Kool-Aid smile on their faces, I hate it I'm the only woman man enough to stand up I'm calling out this Iggy fraud Your execution will be televised for audience Call your sycophants, apologists your entourage Bloggers, reporters, Twitter followers and co-signers I'll never live in silence, not afraid to spit the gruesome truth, unsuitable for minors So Iggy this one's for you in case you need a reminder Get a clue, eff you and the dude that signed ya