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no mercy - mcclain & young korgy lyrics

[intro/bridge/verse * young korgy]
yaaa
ahahaha
aaah sh*t

marijuana, ganja, choke like anaconda
i hit that big*ass bong, stoner soldier, reefer contra
marijuana, ganja, choke like anaconda
i hit that big*ass bong, stoner soldier, reefer contra
marijuana, ganja, choke like anaconda
i hit that big*ass bong, stoner soldier, reefer contra
marijuana, ganja, choke like anaconda
i hit that big*ass bong, stoner soldier, reefer contra

“how many times can you spit about weed?”
i bet that’s what they finna ask me
i dgaf, say it 420 times
i’m a kottonmouth king and i’m in my prime
lockjaw on that glass bong, only way i ever suck
rock’n’roll, no meth or x, but i’m hyphied up like a revvin’ truck
spittin’ dope when i’m hittin’ dope
and i get so high, better bring a rope
only come down when it’s time to work
and thеn i come back home and i burn the purp
shiiit… takin’ fat hits ’til thе point i curf
(cough) did i say ‘curf?’ f*ck, i meant ‘cough’
but anyways, back to the verse
my b*tch bad with a purse full of dank
so much green, i could bail out a bank
never mind soldier, b*tch, i’m a tank
a*1 abrahams, loose in iraq
tracks roll, over, anything, in my path
big*ass gat when i spit a rap
fully automatic, f*ck an aimed attack
if i’m featured on your track, i’ll steal your thunder
i know you wonder, but it’s real, you blundered
you’s a meal, i hunt ya, for reals, i punk’d ya
shiiit, see what happens when i rhyme high?
f*ck around on the mic, doin’ drive*bys
[verse * mcclain]
okay, lamborghini mercy, yo chick, she so thirsty
she suckin’ up on my d*ck and eat my cum up out her p*ssy
what are you sayin’, that i cannot rap? are you out of your mind?
i’m about to attack your cardiac with a hollow point gat
spittin’ it doper than 90% of the rappers that thinkin’ they dapper than me
capital ‘m,’ lowercase ‘c,’ ‘cause i’ma be
the greatest emcee, walkin’ away with hands empty
please don’t tempt me with your bentley
see who’s tires might get slit, g
you ain’t sl!ck, you ain’t fifty, stop posing and get a degree
i crack thermometers, you’re on zero c
it’s that b*tchy attitude that makes you a p*ssy
then i’m on to the next one when i proceed like jay*z
lil’ homie in the streets, stackin’ up them trophies
i smoke loud, them huge clouds, it just feels so right
put two blunts in rotation, call that a good night
i’m a certified stoner, so i ain’t tryin’ to fight
but come talkin’ that smack and i might have to dim yo lights
psychiatric when i snap, b*tch, i crack like a bullwhip
i’m up*up in yo b*tch, and she’s up on my d*ck
and you know i’m rubbin’ up on her cl*t, she knows that i can’t be whipped
emotionally constipated so i don’t give a sh*t (okay!)

[verse * young korgy]
and i don’t give a sh*t either, bruh, my dgaf levels, unreachable
yeezus*like when i’m speakin’, bro, and i am a god, no jesus, though
more like thor odinson, thunderous ‘til i’m overdone
overdone? overdone, left in the oven, i’m frozen, son
that’s a parody of this ratchet rap, this sh*t go dumb like an acid tab
you act an ass then my wrath’ll spaz, then i’ll slap you faster than flash’s laps
like rapidash when i lash and crash, flashy raps like a magic blast
almost outta raps for this passive place
and then i leave it all grey like an ashen waste
i’m that irish boss f*ckin’ a firecrotch
tom waits for n0body, that’s why i don’t wear a watch
everyday, first up in sp*ce, i’m a cosmonaut
yeah, i’m a ganja*bot and i function off that marijuana
somethin’ like a marathon, everytime | hit a bong
take it for granted that i’m always stoned
and if you hate then you banished outta my home
refusal to obey is met with a bat to the dome
mad b*tches ‘carry underwood’ your acura’s chrome
whilst i observe from on high on a blackened bl**dy throne
my minions takin’ over, see my topics switchin’ tones
i’m that wasteland warrior on that hills have eyes sh*t
knock a piggy in a vat of color, you might die, b*tch
anybody like pork chops? i do!
i’m a k!lla hill stoner f*ckin’ with that southwest voodoo
who knew?!
ha*ha*ha*haaa!
[verse * mcclain]
who knew? you knew, i know, that’s all though
and if anybody find about the plan ahead, then their head gonna have to get sawed off
i don’t f*ck around with mercy, brutal raps is what i’m bringin’
irish duo in the building, celtic warshouts we are screamin’
my heart’s so cold a lighter couldn’t even spark a flame
can swallow a bucket of lava, some vodka, bacardi and dr. and nothin’ will change
pick ‘em apart, it’s a part of the game, maniac raps, i could never stay sane
there’s a couple of wires that seem disconnected inside of my marvelous brain
that’s okay though, just accept it, mainstream rappers are radio septic
sh*tty*ass swaggots with sh*tty*ass egos, i turn into ralph and i came here to wreck it
i’m gone, i’m zoomin’, in that 300z and i’m boomin’
got my t*top down and the blunt real loud
better put that sh*t out if the cops are around
got 5*0 on my radar, man, my b*tt be smellin’ like bacon
police on my ass since the age of 13 and i still ain’t found a way to shake ‘em
i still tote chron, and that ain’t changed, still play games, and that ain’t changed
still runnin’ the game, it’s korg and mcclain, lyrical slappers to all of these lames
can’t stop me, i come through the fog
like a beast in the night that’ll make kids bawl
my whole crew here right by my side
it’s 1337m0b, b*tch, we ride through the night (night!)
we ride through the night
1337m0b, b*tch

- mcclain young korgy lyrics

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