No More Fucking Mercy (feat. KingPour & KingOfAllBugs)

I really don't think I have any more fucking mercy left for any of these bitches, bro They fucking, they don't even know what they did. That's fucking sad I'll Always Beat You In A Game Of Beer Pong Then We Go And Toke A Bong While Recording Up Another Song And In The End I'll Out Smoke You Like My Name Was Cheech And Chong Back In The Past Dropping Body's Like In Vietnam Look At John John looking All Big And Strong All Up In His Thong Say I'm Not From The Streets Well Homey That's Where I Belong Ain't My Fault That You Had To Go And Do fucking Kingpour Wrong Now You On The Ban List Listed As Lih John John"What's good Kingpour want Cart Pack With a seven I'll Trade Ya for a Heneny Bottle do it without any question" Opened The Box Found Out Scamming Was The Profession Switching Up To Smirnoff To Lessen Your Aggression He Try's To Say"Baker I Didn't Fucking Raper Her" I Just Think That Bitch Is Tryin To Stick Me For My Fucking Paper Oh shit now, I got the beat runnin Just Like Lil John John When He Got No Friends To Butt In Couldn't Trap For A Week Let Alone Get A Month In Drop sum Bank Up In The Lake Didn't Even Try To Jump In Never gonna get that yart back Never gonna get that yart back Never gonna get that yart back Because bitches who act like that don't get the yart back The way I sip, you can call me KingPour, let me give you lore Really wanna drop those two pussies down on the floor And they thought they fooled me like they tried to before Y'all remind me everyday why I'm an addict For some reason all these bitches always looking for a conflict And I learned to never trust a little prick Drop your ass so quick How I'm not a gangster, I run with a clique You can't pull through without a crew Got too a low, point of a view Yo, squeaking, ass will still be corny if you somehow grew Plant some trees, call me Johnny Appleseed I'll call you Johnny, lose my weed How you gonna tell your daddy on me smoking all my weed Lil' John John came around looking for pack Had a little test, he was so high, his time was lost track Would've been best if his mom sucked him out the sack And you'll never get this yart back, Yart back You'll never get this yart back, Yart back Oh, and let me tell you about the second pussy I heard that he in the bed being extra pushy And she coincidentally came to me Cause she knows I'm all you talk about Losing profits in small amounts does not mean that you keep your clout Ah ha ha, yo ass stuck up in a drought Hope I see your ass around I hope I see your ass around Ah ha ha, yo ass stuck up in a drought I hope I see your ass around Ah ha ha, yo ass stuck up in a drought Shot My Daughter Shot My Daughter Shot My Daughter Do what Beast Inside Beats Talking shit behind my back, you lucky I convinced myself, To not let you get smacked Cranking nothing in the Fort, your not cracked Begging my bro for blinkers until you get blacked like what Short stack, you the right height to be a hand hoe In the end it just don't work out You got played like a piano You're piss and blood tests Going to prevent you from going commando This a minions movie cause you getting sent back to Orlando Bitch you still in debt And now you gon' regret I ain't even upset But don't mean I will forget Even though you made a couple of threats I ain't sweat Because you never get that pussy game wet No matter what you say No matter what you say No matter what you say No matter where we at