Bring It On lyrics

[Intro: G-Mo Skee]
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

[Verse 1: 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
b*tch 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?
f*ck that I'll knock a b*tch out like Oscar Dela Hoya
If you think I'm bad, wait 'til you meet the gang
My n*ggas 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
[Chorus: Inf Gang]
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 f*ck with me in my house
n*ggas cheerlead in the street
I tell 'em pick those pom-poms up and bring it on

[Verse 2: Inf Gang]
You know who the f*ck 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!
[Verse 3: Inf Gang]
Bust your head to the white meat
Shattered your rib cage
'Cause n*gga you b*tch made
They trying to bring drama this way and I'mma check 'em
I'm Inf Gang repping
Pinky's all in a b*tch rectum
The whole squad finna smash that
Skin a b*tch 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

[Chorus: Inf Gang]
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 f*ck with me in my house
n*ggas cheerlead in the street
I tell 'em pick those pom-poms up and bring it on