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mcclain & young korgy - no mercy كلمات الأغنية

[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

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