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lirik lagu sick gang - show no mercy

[intro: don orias & dieabolik the monster]
sickgang, sickgang (hahaha)
ayy yo, what’s good dieabolik? we finna k!ll these motherf~ckers (haha)
yo, don and dieabolik, b~tch
oh my god, it’s the sickgang, b~tch!
yo, yeah

[verse 1: dieabolik the monster]
i pray to god that when you die, you meetin’ satan (rah!)
i’m ridin’ to yo crib, out with a blade, no hesitation (bow!)
’cause b~tch, i’ve been a k!ller, i swear it’s my occupation
i’d do this sh~t for free but b~tch, i need the wages
that hate inside my heart is really gettin’ outrageous
out of papers, got a bible, i be rippin’ out pages
cypher’s all about survival, got the rifle with the laser
that murder, k!ll, stab, crocodile in the bas~m~nt
mad scientist still workin’ on my chemistry
cut you from your throat down, gunnin’ perfect symmetry
middle fingers up to the enemy that’s waitin’ on my downfall
all of y’all square, i will never come around y’all
shotty hittin’ bodies, it was kickin’ like it’s jet lee
trash bag love, baggin’ b~tches with that hefty
thinkin’ you can k!ll me, y’all are trippin’, two left feet
should’ve known i was off from the second that you met me

[chorus: dieabolik the monster & don orias]
(sickgang! sickgang!) now put yo godd~mn hands together for regulators really k!llin’ this sh~t (k!llah)
(sickgang! sickgang!) now put yo godd~mn hands together like you’re prayin’, man, i don’t k!ll this b~tch (k!llah)
(sickgang! sickgang!) now put yo hands in the air like a k!ller got the gun barrel pressed to your face (k!llah)
(sickgang! sickgang!) too many people in the scene and they wanna die to dream
hold my drink while i clean some sprites, b~tch
[verse 2: don orias]
yo yo! see, i fiend for the sight of blood but it’s like lady, i’m so thirsty
toss them in the trunk and they baby is shown mercy
i come to closure in the moment (aight)
roasted exposure, burn a rapper at the stake (alght)
let the remains smolder (ha)
almighty k!llers ’bout some murder on that playboy sh~t
nah, i’m bluffin’, you young thuggin’ on that gay boy tip (ahh!)
and if you try to cross the gang, man, we gon’ split that wig
pull out the heat with dieabolik screamin’ “get that b~tch!”
i’m a young k!ller going against the grains
and ain’t n0body up next goin’ against the gang
but y’all should be ashamed, y’all just throwin’ change
never puttin’ the f~ckin’ work in night and day
what the f~ck you really even finna gain?
remember when you’ve been a cloud up in the game?

[interlude: don orias]
know what i’m sayin’? f~ck these fake ass rappers (sick gang)
these motherf~ckers tryna throw money just to gain fame on the same basis (k!ll ’em all, motherf~cker)
b~tch, i’m fully aware they starin’ and doubt us (man, f~ck ’em all)
but we’ve~but we’ve been doin’ this sh~t, we’ve been k!llin’ this sh~t
you know what i’m sayin’, we spit that real raw

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