King Gordy

King Gordy - The Pain songtekst

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[Verse 1]

I'm coming wit more reality than virtual

Watch my family circle you

Bashin you till he's purple

You fightin, look like a Teletubie

I don't think you want to fight with this King

I'm Joe Lewis baby! Knock you out, right in this ring

So you are a joke, containing no punch lines

Listening to the rhymes you wrote, waitin on the punch lines (Where you at?)

I'm murdering this nigga. Merciless with scriptures

Burning his ligaments, and serve him with your verses

Nigga, kill him

My hunger pains got my insides eatin themselves

But I love the pain; seein you die is a treat in itself

So many wicked ways - you're worthless like a bitch with AIDs

Get served bitch, like a tennis game

I'm trynna get blown and I'm very comfortably

But you rhymin, killin my buzz like a murdered bumble bee

King Berry Gordy's the name and I'm kicked stories thats strange

and I came to take over your brain with unexplainable thangs



[Chorus]

(The pain) I came to bring it

it seems you really need (the pain)

I'm here to get wit you

hit you wit, inflict you wit (the pain)

It's better than pleasure

just let me help you feel (the pain) (What!?) (The pain) (Come on!)

(The pain) I came to bring it

it seems you really need (the pain)

I'm here to get wit you

hit you wit, inflict you wit (the pain)

It's better than pleasure

just let me help you feel (the pain) (What!?) (The pain) (Come on!)

(The pain!)



[Verse 2]

Stop lookin at me. And put the money in a big bag

Wit yo gay ass style, man you sound like you kiss fags

What would possess you to diss me?

I pull up in ten speeds putin holes in the side of your Bentley

Always talkin bout your 20 inches

Or your bitches ridin 10 inches of dick, hittin switches

I ain't no battle rapper

But I will gladly slap ya

Blast on this bastard, trap him

Then blast the nigga's adams apple

Witness my shoot cops, just to get in to a chase and

hit you in your rooftop, watch that shit come out his basement

A partner as I smoke dro

How can a fuckin gun so hot turn a body so cold?

Cause I got to braids stickin up, I'm just a rap character?

Just because you look and sound like every rapper in America?

Fuck all your moves, you kickin

Smack you for approval

Touch your neck, locate your veins

so I can insert my fangs. It's



[Chorus]

(The pain) I came to bring it

it seems you really need (the pain)

I'm here to get wit you

hit you wit, inflict you wit (the pain)

It's better than pleasure

just let me help you feel (the pain) (What!?) (The pain) (Come on!)

(The pain) I came to bring it

it seems you really need (the pain)

I'm here to get wit you

hit you wit, inflict you wit (the pain)

It's better than pleasure

just let me help you feel (the pain) (What!?) (The pain) (Come on!)



[Interlude]

I came to bring the pain

Hardcore to the brain

Let's go inside my astroplane

I came to bring the pain!

Hardcore to the brain!

Let's go inside my astroplane!



[Verse 3]

The spirit of Pun and Biggie is in me

Mixed by the human beat box, and the switcher was sticky

I be hittin you in your temple quickly

You're a wanksta, stop frontin, please listen to 50

These garbage MCs trynna give me beef

like I ain't starvin to eat

Sound so silly, like a girl when she's gettin boned swiftly

A fan let me hit it just because I know Swifty from D12

Now your female is goin home wit me

Now every big person that has low self esteem

wants to be a Fat Killah know, it's on they list of dreams

Well, tell your momma she can not join us

She too enormous, must be under 400

She weighs more than 4 Corvettes

Don't be mad at niggaz all in the streets

You kicked your ass in '93 when niggaz was callin you sweet

Wishin time can rewind youm King Gordy'll hide you

in a place so far away, God can't even find you!



[Chorus]

(The pain) I came to bring it

it seems you really need (the pain)

I'm here to get wit you

hit you wit, inflict you wit (the pain)

It's better than pleasure

just let me help you feel (the pain) (What!?) (The pain) (Come on!)

(The pain) I came to bring it

it seems you really need (the pain)

I'm here to get wit you

hit you wit, inflict you wit (the pain)

It's better than pleasure

just let me help you feel (the pain) (What!?) (The pain) (Come on!)
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