Unfeigned G-Mo Skee (Ft. Hopsin, Katz & Twiztid)

[Intro: G-Mo Skee]
Yeah
Inf Gang, Hopsin
Look

[Verse 1: G-Mo Skee]
I'm still in the hood like a goddamn Obama Phone
Chip on my shoulder balls full of testosterone
Stop rapping; you niggas sound monotone
Filth master throw you off the roof and break your collar bone
I never left
Who's head should I sever next?
Sell merch to fans: human flesh as a sweater vest
Inf Gang fucked your bitch, gave her better sex
Now she's in a fucking wheelchair with Professor X
Let me explain; I put the pussy on a chainwax
You couldn't rock a houseparty spitting kitten play raps
I've got 'em thinking somebody brought Big Daddy Kane back
And gave him the same crack that made Kurt Cobain snap
I had a long talk with H-O-P
He told me "Stop killing these rappers, stay low key"
I said "Nah fuck that Hop, I make no peace
I'mma kill all these motherfuckers that hate on me"
I'm unfeigned

[Chorus: Hopsin]
I'm unfeigned
Untamed
You can never stop my grind
I know you wanna see a nigga flop
But you're not homie this is my prime
I got my bus filling up these streets
You need some hot shit come and fuck with me
I'm just your average guy
Don't have a disguise
Sit back and just ride with me
Baby