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'