Murder

[Verse - Young Korgy] Ah! Ah! Rrrrrrah! Couple Micks spittin' nasty on spittoon shit Harry-Potter-bitch-rappers on some broomsticks 13-37 is the squad, absolute, Saddam, no vodka, the shotgun rock ya And I ain't talkin' three fingers when I give ya the shocker Pikachu and Thor shit, we is the enforcers And we came to torture, after that we torch ya No Viking funeral, we just disrespect your corpse (Ah! Ah!) 'Cause y'all wish you was as hot as this Earth's core temperatures, we underground like hella dirt I'll jack your beat, kill it fierce, send it back, you spillin' tears Adventure Timе shit, beatin' ass like Finn and Jake You ain't еven heard this yet, but I know you finna shake And I ain't talkin' Aqua Teen, bitch, I'm talkin' Michael J Fox, bitch-made like Megan You's a hella bad actor, I'm a genius like Sagan This is pure white coke, I ain't similar to Reagan I'm a warrior-poet, like an ancient Celtic pagan And I'm down with the sickness, David Draiman with ebola And my bars hella clean, Riff Raff off the yola And my flow so icy like I got a grill from Johnny I rep the Brokesquad, no respect like Rodney But you best gimme mine, 'fore I blow, Kamikaze Feelin' like a cheerleader, 'cause I'm catchin' all these bodies Oh, I ain't really 'bout this rap shit? Ask about the hommies Ask Koda, ask Asiko, ask Decision, ask Kajin Oh, what's that? You can't because they quit? That's the type of shit that happens when you step to an emcee, bitch! Rah! [Verse - McClain] Try'na step to an emcee? Step to me The bars I spit are so sharp, they can make ya bleed We need a spittoon, 'cause we're spittin' on you goons Lava flow spit, we can fill the whole room Can you feel the fuckin' fire? That's the passion and desire That we put into our music, fuck you swaggot-ass liars Brokesquad grind, but fuck it, it seems fine to me Gold flow, empty pockets, tell me 'bout the irony I'm jumpin' off the roof, but that's metaphorically Killin' all you shitty rappers, that is literally Cook 'em up, we cook 'em up, shake-n-bake, we shook 'em up Fuck you, and you, and you, I say what I want and I don't give a fuck 1337M0B, kill 'em all, peep into my crystal ball Foresee the end of your career, murder kings, we slay 'em all Why you gotta be a little bitch? Talk shit, little bitch, you try'na kill my vibe? That shit don't fly with me, so back the fuck up out my zone 'Cause I'm feelin' right, I'm feelin' high, I'm feelin' light with stoned in sight The illumination of the lightbulb in my brain is feelin' bright Yeah, I am the baddest emcee, to ever come out of the 513 My brain is like a dictionary, picture words like pictionary Pictographic visuals, futuristic visionary [Verse - Young Korgy] I'm from the 775, he's from the 513 And if you rap whack, better hide from we Always on a quest to try to find some trees, son That's beside the point, a pictograph of pain and pleasure A blueprint of two emcees, that's too insane to measure And if you're fire, then you're red, the blue flame is better And that is us, the vanguard, the alpha, you the beta We the two that come together and together we are better Combining all our strengths, with fusion we are meta Motherfuckers thinkin' they intimidating But they ain't got the skills to fuck with two demons incinerating Everything we touch, give a fuck about a rapper Sayin' they a trapper, but they got a Trapper Keeper Think of somethin' dope and step it up, your raps are weaker Can't even understand when you rap, you sound like Beaker Y'all say the same damn thing in every one of your rhymes Hustle, hoes and dope, and always stay on the grind We keep it original, unabashed of who we are Couple geeky stoners with an affinity for slayin' bars We the first men to visit stars and y'all ain't up to Mars Take a look at us, it's an astronomy lesson It's time for y'all to learn instead of sippin' on Tussin Kendrick got the Grammy and we still in the basement But I'll be damned if somehow with this rap we don't make it 'Cause we got the knowledge, the skill and the vocabulary Plus we got the passion, beat it down like the constabulary (We) rap about rappin' and we rap about a lot of topics In this age where skills are frowned upon, fuck it, we still rockin' And if I ever falter with the bars, I know McClain got me Pick me up and dust me off and make sure that I'm always shockin'