Bring It On

Now here’s the tale of a band of warriors
Hailing from the Eastbay region of Middle Earth
Prada the Goon, Hoodrat Nobe, Jae the Alien
Katz the Jew, Cool Cool Kavy, Cellion, (Inf Gang)
G-Mo Skee
The filth has returned
I emerged from the darkest depths
To murder your record label 'til their ain’t an artist left
You calling out the Inf Gang but you not a threat
You’re better off putting your balls in a hydraulic press
The deranged lieutenant in the militia
Telling a pregnant stripper to pop that placenta
Bitch you better make the water break before I tip you
Welcome to G-Mo's funhouse: another victim
I’m the king around here; I’m uncle Elroy
Cut the devil’s horns off now he just Hellboy
J. Cole talking 'bout he want to fold clothes for you?
Fuck that I’ll knock a bitch out like Oscar Dela Hoya
If you think I’m bad, wait 'til you meet the gang
My niggas finna invade and you should be afraid
I-N-F hold your breath when you see the name
This that human cloth baby girl this ain’t even suede
Shoot up
Strap your boots up
Get in that line
Get in that line
Defying the culture
Headshotting a vulture
Won’t stop 'til it’s over
Nah
I kill for fun
But I definitely do it if you fuck with me in my house
Niggas cheerlead in the street
I tell 'em pick those pom-poms up and bring it on
You know who the fuck it is man?
Yo
I met G-Mo back when he was short as Danny Devito
Rocking a do-rag with the flap and the black peacoat
I secured my spot in hell
When I mentioned Harmony and Cell
Like an angel who fell under the Earth you dwell
Katz on the other hand was an ancient man
Met him out of a vacant van
Encased in sand
We were destined to be great from the gate
Especially when I opened a crate
And sealed our fate
Inf Gang!
Bust your head to the white meat
Shattered your rib cage
'Cause nigga you bitch made
They trying to bring drama this way and I’mma check 'em
I’m Inf Gang repping
Pinky’s all in a bitch rectum
The whole squad finna smash that
Skin a bitch alive and make human cloth dad hats
Alien Jake got a thing for milfs
Make 'em lick the ballsack so they can taste the filth
Shoot up
Strap your boots up
Get in that line
Get in that line
Defying the culture
Headshotting a vulture
Won’t stop 'til it’s over
Nah
I kill for fun
But I definitely do it if you fuck with me in my house
Niggas cheerlead in the street
I tell 'em pick those pom-poms up and bring it on