Young Korgy - E.F.F. O.F.F.

★ Intro/Chorus - Young Korgy ★
E-F-F-O-F-F
Eff off!
Rrrrah!

Ever feelin’ fly, only flippin’ fire
Smokin' tree and spittin’ bars, that's my calling card
Fuck the world, let it fall apart
Lyrics from the heart
Bound to conquer all of y'all like hip-hop Bonaparte
Y’all cannot stall or halt the army or the art
Ever feelin’ fly and I’m only flippin’ fire
Smokin’ tree and spittin’ bars, that’s my calling card
I said “fuck the world,” motherfucker, let it fall apart

★ Verse - Young Korgy ★
“Eff off” I tell ‘em every time they steppin’ rough
‘Cause they don't want it with the 1337M0B, hella tough
Ready to rebel-rouse, red-eyed and ready to pounce
Diverse from hella towns, disperse if you question the sound
Always reppin’ for my crew on every project I do
And anybody with a problem, they is gettin’ the boot
And I won't lie, I'd kinda love to have some loot
A couple chains and a grill and a hell of a booth
What's my name? Biiitch, shut the fuck up!
Bumpin’ Slim Shady with some drank in my cup
And if you askin’ me “what?” Then the answer is “WHAT?!”
Boy, I got a lotta bud like Wayne and Chainz in the cut
Y'all are maggots on a corpse and I'm a dragon in a forest
First I burn down the trees and then I ash on your porch
Now my rhymes is inspired to spit the stupidest fire
And I'm flyer than anyone comin’ at my empire

★ Chorus - Young Korgy ★
Ever feelin’ fly, only flippin’ fire
Smokin' tree and spittin’ bars, that's my calling card
Fuck the world, let it fall apart
Lyrics from the heart
Bound to conquer all of y'all like hip-hop Bonaparte
Y’all cannot stall or halt the army or the art
Ever feelin’ fly and I’m only flippin’ fire
Smokin’ tree and spittin’ bars, that’s my calling card
I said “fuck the world,” motherfucker, let it fall apart

★ Verse - Big Shir ★
So eff off and get off, just step off my dick (Dick!)
You look like and talk like and act like a bitch (Bitch!)
This life is so trife to be not lightin’ spliffs (Spliff!)
So I can by and high and just ride with my clique
1337M0B is the squad that I be mobbin’ with
And if you don't know this, you better go get a grip
Don't get caught slippin’ when my crew steady trippin’ (Bitch!)
‘Cause I'll make rappers disappear like I'm Jack the Ripper
We Terror Squad, (Yeah!) but without the Fat Joe and shit
We beef, bitches, but without the Remy, Nicki shit
Split personality, we on our Slim Shady shit
And D12 these hoes to show how crazy it can get
Don't sweat us, just let us have this fuckin’ field day (Day!)
The game costs too much, we ain't lettin’ you have no rebate (Bate!)
You gotta pay for all the rappers that paved the way
Show respect or me and Korgy tell you “eff off” today

★ Chorus - Young Korgy ★
Ever feelin’ fly, only flippin’ fire
Smokin' tree and spittin’ bars, that's my calling card
Fuck the world, let it fall apart
Lyrics from the heart
Bound to conquer all of y'all like hip-hop Bonaparte
Y’all cannot stall or halt the army or the art
Ever feelin’ fly and I’m only flippin’ fire
Smokin’ tree and spittin’ bars, that’s my calling card
I said “fuck the world,” motherfucker, let it fall apart

★ Verse - McClain ★
Let it fall apart like the pieces of my life
Smoke a blunt and get so high, went through the drive-thru twice
Dollar menu items and double orders of fried rice
My pockets are so dry that I can’t afford ice
Not bling, I mean for my drink, it’s hot as piss
You thought you had some bars, I guarantee you’re not as hot as this
Crack your skull open like lobotomists, implant my soundwaves, it’s impossible, so don’t resist
The Mr. Lister, sister fister, chronic marijuana twister
Shady back alleyway trickster, known back home as the “Thinkful Wisher”
Joy-spreading tune-whistler, your fisted sister’s now catchin’ cum and I’m the pitcher
Go so raw, my dick started formin’ blisters
The pussy-lip kisser then hitter, divin’ deep like a swimmer
Talkin’ about who ya know, flippin’ O’s and elbows
But you’re really flippin’ like Bruce Jenner and not the Olympic winner

★ Chorus - Young Korgy ★
Ever feelin’ fly, only flippin’ fire
Smokin' tree and spittin’ bars, that's my calling card
Fuck the world, let it fall apart
Lyrics from the heart
Bound to conquer all of y'all like hip-hop Bonaparte
Y’all cannot stall or halt the army or the art
Ever feelin’ fly and I’m only flippin’ fire
Smokin’ tree and spittin’ bars, that’s my calling card
I said “fuck the world,” motherfucker, let it fall apart