McClain & Young Korgy - Work Remix

★ intro/verse - young korgy ★
I gotta take a bong hit before i record
This weed is too loud to not be heard

It's that pissed-off little dog, hip-hop murderer
Because of that murder, i get your bitch's curvature
Nah, not really, i don't want that hoe
'cause, shit, like i said, the bitch is a hoe
I'm puttin' in work like i'm diggin' with a shovel
And i put it to your muzzle if your rap skill is scuzzy
I said fuck this job, i'ma spit for a livin'
If you wanna talk shit, then your legs get a crippin'
Mentally sick, and boy, i'm trippin'
If i catch y'all slippin', your career get a stickin'
Man, fuck a scrimmage, 'cause it's all-out war
And i ball out more than a contact sport
So if y'all want war, it's fallout 4
How you gonna let a nerd serve your gangster ass?
Pac, odb, proof, biggie
The spirits of gangstas past live again through these raps
Rippin' in through your ass quicker than anal sex
Homie, the game is set, throw it up, claim your set
I'm 13-37, pope of the dope, the 1337m0b reverend
And if the best is really dead, then i must be in heaven
Riiight?
Nah, i'm burnin' in that hellfire
Kingslayin’, you wear a crown, regicide and i kill sires
Take off the head of the emperor, weezy all in that leopard fur
Lord of the whack, he's deaded first
Jay-z and yeezy? fuck watchin', i take the throne
Crucifixion and a crown of thorns
All torched up like a burn ward
What the fuck you think this urn for?
Nothin' but pain will i bring forth
Grindin' in that work with a pitchfork
'til i'm sittin' on top of these rich whores
‘til i'm illuminati, copy?
I'm the king of every single monkey swingin' in the jungle
My marijuana loud and destructive, total opposite of subtle
Y'all couldn't ever hope to handle my flow, you drownin' in a puddle
I'm a celtic rebel, you a caveman, i'll call you “barney rubble”
You the type of bitch to wait 'til i turn around, talk under your breath, and flip me off
This is hip-hop, i'ma crip walk down the boardwalk, wearin' flip flops
So if you finna trip, stop, else you stayin' sober and i leave you at the pit stop
To get jacked by some stoners that'll leave you pissed and ripped off
Soaked in pistol-grip sauce, occupational hazard for a whack rapper to be talkin' big and lip off
Bitch, quit ridin' this dick, it ain't for you, so your ass better dismount and get off
Quickly, 'fore you piss this sickly mick off and have him sicked on
Your
Whack
Ass
Yoss!

★ verse - mcclain ★
M-double-c, mc, that's me!
I bust, explode, so fresh, febreze
These hoes don't know i'm 'bout my bread
These hoes don't know i don't need no head
I got shit straight, i'm on my grind
I rap for food, i'm try'na get mine
I don't play and i say this ain't gta
I grind right, left, east coast to the bay
Day and night, that cudi grind
Mix-mix, sip-sip, veggie time
Turn up, smoke, wake up, rewind
Press play, then blaze that frankenstein
Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee
If your bitch in my biz, then she gettin' the d
Can you hear? can you see that it's so clear to me
That i'm destined to be the rappin' ali?
I pick 'em apart if they givin' me trouble
Team rocket and shit, 'cause i'm givin' 'em double
With what they put out, they get popped like a bubble
I'm so fuckin' high, couldn't spot me with hubble
The rubble of my desolate dissidents, that is against radio policy
Policies flawlessly follow me, it's an atrocity, honestly
I cannot put up with shit anymore
These trashy-ass rappers are makin' my brain sore
When i turn on the stereo, typical
Radio stereotypical, trashy reciprocal
Hot garbage labels with their so-called artists
The mainstream has turned to a runke elliptical, i'm sick of it
13-37 shreddin' y'all to pieces, raps like jesus
Jeepers creepers, murder season, peel your peepers
Leave you wheezin', stranded on the ground, cut and bleedin'