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letra de rappin’it evil - young korgy

verse (young korgy)
i’m rappin’ it evil and my purpose is to defeat you
and all of you people? well, you seem to be the prequel
to the retrieval of my insanity’s mental upheaval
stranglin’ f-ckers like sméagol
like i’m a zombie and i’m comin’ to eat you
but this ain’t no resident evil sequel
it’s just the sickened thoughts of a loner
left alone in a colder zone with nothin’ but his dome and his b-n-r
i’m hungry on a beat and i’m here to feast
i’m too d-mn elite, never mind a beast
you fakes should retreat
’cause i’m takin’ sh-t over like control, alt, delete
and i will own all you creeps before this song’s over
been rappin’ six weeks and you think that you know her
actin’ like a wigga, so you think you can bone her
if rap is your girl, then i’m her father
better ask me ‘fore you marry my daughter!

chorus (young korgy)
we rappin’ it evil, we ain’t here to make friends
we came to make this game our b-tch like we in the pen
with the pad and the pen, we raisin’ armies of dead
pac, proof and odb, reincarnate zombies
here to bomb beats, crush emcees and burn trees
if we beefin’, ya best believe that we creepin’ up on ya
defeat ya, then we eat ya, yeah, you f-ckboys are goners
verse (mcclain)
i’m tearin’ through these trash rappers, nickname is “the garbage man”
you second-look my lyrics ‘cause you know i’m goin’ h.a.m
i don’t play in this rap game, my sk!lls are too exquisite
i’m goin’ harder than most cats in the game, just quiz it
i’ll wiz it, this is it, my life’s a gold exhibit
my verse is really done now… is it?
no! i don’t try to act fake, i’m 100% real beef
while you claimin’ bankin’ p-ssy, you are just a big queef
you stepped into the lions’ den, first move made wrong
now i’m goin’ in on this beat, it’s a dope song
you try to diss, but lost for words, i guess that i am too strong
now get back in your daddy’s room with ya gag and pink thong
the twitchin’ in my neck is gettin’ too intense
‘cause all these rappers claimin’ that they pimpin’ is immense
i need to calm down, i need some incense
the smell of weed in my brain is tinglin’ my senses

let me start off by sayin’ “you rappers are f-cked”
the flow is so grimy, i can’t get enough
with the wicked intentions, nefarious thoughts
your crew is garbage, i’m k!llin’ ‘em off
crackin’ their heads all in the creek
pick up their skulls, good for a drink
so it may seem the blood is sweet
the flow is so weak, to the real me, so bitter
rip out your heart, have it for dinner
the dark knight arrives with the sinister thriller
a bigger, more ripper of rhymes
like godzilla was, up in his prime
i’ll rip out your spine, sell it for crack
nah, just playin’, that sh-t is too whack
the voices, i hear ‘em, they cause much aggression
keep feedin’ me rappers at your own discretion

outro (young korgy)
leet mob!
young korgy!
mcclain!
and kbm!
rap or die, motherf-ckers!

- young korgy

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