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mcclain & young korgy - work remix lyrics

[intro/verse _ young korgy]
i gotta take a bong hit before i record
this weed is too loud to not be heard

it’s that p_ssed_off little dog, hip_hop murderer
because of that murder, i get your b_tch’s curvature
nah, not really, i don’t want that hoe
’cause, sh_t, like i said, the b_tch is a hoe
i’m puttin’ in work like i’m diggin’ with a shovel
and i put it to your muzzle if your rap sk!ll is scuzzy
i said f_ck this job, i’ma spit for a livin’
if you wanna talk sh_t, then your legs get a crippin’
mentally sick, and boy, i’m trippin’
if i catch y’all slippin’, your career get a stickin’
man, f_ck a scrimmage, ’cause it’s all_out war
and i ball out more than a contact sport
so if y’all want war, it’s fallout 4
how you gonna let a nerd serve your gangster ass?
pac, odb, proof, biggie
the spirits of gangstas past live again through these raps
rippin’ in through your ass quicker than _n_l s_x
homie, the game is set, throw it up, claim your set
i’m 13_37, pope of the dope, the 1337m0b reverend
and if the best is really dead, then i must be in heaven
riiight?
nah, i’m burnin’ in that h_llfire
kingslayin’, you wear a crown, regicide and i k!ll sires
take off the head of the emperor, weezy all in that leopard fur
lord of the whack, he’s deaded first
jay_z and yeezy? f_ck watchin’, i take the throne
crucifixion and a crown of th_rns
all torched up like a burn ward
what the f_ck you think this urn for?
nothin’ but pain will i bring forth
grindin’ in that work with a pitchfork
’til i’m sittin’ on top of these rich wh0res
‘til i’m illuminati, copy?
i’m the king of every single monkey swingin’ in the jungle
my marijuana loud and destructive, total opposite of subtle
y’all couldn’t ever hope to handle my flow, you drownin’ in a puddle
i’m a celtic rebel, you a caveman, i’ll call you “barney rubble”
you the type of b_tch to wait ’til i turn around, talk under your breath, and flip me off
this is hip_hop, i’ma crip walk down the boardwalk, wearin’ flip flops
so if you finna trip, stop, else you stayin’ sober and i leave you at the pit stop
to get jacked by some stoners that’ll leave you p_ssed and ripped off
soaked in pistol_grip sauce, occupational hazard for a whack rapper to be talkin’ big and lip off
b_tch, quit ridin’ this d_ck, it ain’t for you, so your ass better dismount and get off
quickly, ‘fore you p_ss this sickly mick off and have him sicked on
your
whack
ass
yoss!

[verse _ mcclain]
m_double_c, mc, that’s me!
i bust, explode, so fresh, febreze
these hoes don’t know i’m ’bout my bread
these hoes don’t know i don’t need no head
i got sh_t straight, i’m on my grind
i rap for food, i’m try’na get mine
i don’t play and i say this ain’t gta
i grind right, left, east coast to the bay
day and night, that cudi grind
mix_mix, sip_sip, veggie time
turn up, smoke, wake up, rewind
press play, then blaze that frankenstein
float like a b_tterfly, sting like a bee
if your b_tch in my biz, then she gettin’ the d
can you hear? can you see that it’s so clear to me
that i’m destined to be the rappin’ ali?
i pick ’em apart if they givin’ me trouble
team rocket and sh_t, ’cause i’m givin’ ’em double
with what they put out, they get popped like a bubble
i’m so f_ckin’ high, couldn’t spot me with hubble
the rubble of my desolate dissidents, that is against radio policy
policies flawlessly follow me, it’s an atrocity, honestly
i cannot put up with sh_t anymore
these trashy_ass rappers are makin’ my brain sore
when i turn on the stereo, typical
radio stereotypical, trashy reciprocal
hot garbage labels with their so_called artists
the mainstream has turned to a runke elliptical, i’m sick of it
13_37 shreddin’ y’all to pieces, raps like jesus
jeepers creepers, murder season, peel your peepers
leave you wheezin’, stranded on the ground, cut and bleedin’

- mcclain young korgy lyrics

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