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letra de i don’t like remix - young korgy

[intro – young korgy]
young korgy!
they wanna know what i don’t like!
well, i’ma tell ‘em what i don’t like!

i don’t like, i don’t like, i don’t like
i don’t like, i don’t like, i don’t like
i don’t like, i don’t like, i don’t like
i don’t like… you!

[verse – young korgy]
a whack motherf-cker up on a beat, that’s that sh-t i don’t like
come tight or don’t rap, you wanna fight and you wanna scr-p
d-mn, bro, you even lift? 1-v-1 me irl
come at me, bro, ‘til the final bell and i’ll send your whack-ass right to h-ll
i’ll spit a verse so nice that it will share with you
take the shirt off of its back and strangle you
my punchlines hit like pacquiao, yo sh-t just like a bad joke
you’d think that crowd just clearеd out, you think you’re dope, you’re bеtter off to choke
jimmy smith, choke artist, suicide, coach carter
i’m the best up and comin’, just hang yourself
you can’t f-ck with this like a chastity belt
you ain’t eminem, but they melt in your mouth, suckin’ c-ck for a record deal
lyrical excellence on a solo route, f-ck ‘em all, i’m remainin’ real
young korgy, dumb toker, i chiefs the kief, f-ck sosa
every song meet the dope quota, 13-37, we the trophy holders
well known to smoke weed and if you hatin’ on we
motherf-cker, you can blow deez!
i’m an anomaly on a bombin’ spree, shout out to boston, awkwardly
hoodies up for trayvon, f-ck the police all day long
i’m the king of the jungle, no donkey kong, kiss that finger the ring’s on
fallout 3, i’ll v.a.t.s. your ass, with the perfect aim, i’m cappin’ cats
you evaporate, forgot to cap the gas
i’m vibin’ to this beat, throbbin’ like my d-ck vein
and i give zero f-cks, i’ll smack a b-tch like rick james
i just about said all i got to say, now to finish off these mitch bades
cut ‘em off, switchblade, then i pass that mic to mcclain
get ‘em lil’ bro!

[verse – mcclain]
i will!
yo!
here we go, here we go, here we go!

i’m a twin-bladed sword how i slice on the beat, choppin’ sh-t up because i am elite
my everyday is your biggest feat, you cannot match me with your petty sheet
my flow is magmatic, that sh-t’s so elaborate
i don’t like ya sh-t, ‘cause that sh-t sounds exaggerate
it’s style you want, well it’s style i give
off the top of my mind that is sharp as a shiv
i am a monster, i’m here to destroy
i compare you to the fall of troy
you’re a wannabe em thinkin’ you’re from detroit
but you’re really a b-tch in illinois
that’s that sh-t i don’t like, your sh-t’s that sh-t i don’t like
claimin’ that you better, but you need to hit the break lights
i don’t f-ckin’ play with whack-ass rappers like you jm frost
i just f-ck with real homies like that homie jimmy boss

oh god!
there’s more song?
no one even told me!
mcclain, korgy, sh-t’s about to get gory
mcclain, korgy, sh-t is about to get gory
mcclain, korgy, sh-t’s about to get gory
mcclain, korgy, sh-t is about to get gory

[verse – young korgy]
it seems i’ve gotten writer’s block, i can’t get out a thought
my talent’s lost, all my rhymes are gone and i’m outta ganja (oh no!)
i told you she’s my muse, i wasn’t lyin’, now i’ve blown a fuse (boom!)
my mind’s in danger, indiana jones in a pharaoh’s tomb (snakes!)
careless doom is at my door and it’s knockin’ ‘til it’s broken loose
shoutin’ loud to gain its entrance, but i still refuse
this goof troop of stupid dudes is actin’ like they in ruthless moods
but we all know the truth, the fact of the matter is they shook like a loose tooth
but me? i’m a booth moose, a rhyme rhino with a screw loose
we underground and we gun ‘em down
they ask “who bring the thunder now?”
we sunder pounds like weight loss
most of these rappers actresses, so we just call ‘em “kate moss”
but after they battle rap us, they pants are stained like steak sauce
your music all ass, get a day job, i think that i’d make a great boss
at least until you play soft and i’m forced to cut you snakes off
you stray dogs is lame-o’s, you outta propane, no flame, bro
god d-mn, yo music stay awful, man, put the mic down and lay off!

korgy, mcclain, whack-ass rappers get dissed, mane
korgy, mcclain, whack-ass rappers ain’t sh-t, mane
korgy, mcclain, whack-ass rappers get dissed, mane
korgy, mcclain, whack-ass rappers ain’t sh-t, mane
[outro – young korgy]
13-37!
1337m0b in this b-tch!
we ain’t on no wow sh-t either!
that’s my motherf-ckin’ clique!
rap or die!
young korgy! mcclain!
i don’t like… you!
b-tch!
oh! and by the way!
shout out lil b! swag!
thank you, based god!
korgy out!

- young korgy

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