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kle shay - mercy lyrics

[verse 1]
drop it to the floor, now pick it up!
that’s called manners, get some!
bout to serve you some cl-ss, that’s a cl-sstray!
if you like -ss, well that makes you -ss g-y!
hey wait, hey wait, don’t i spit this sh-t so gre-at?
i’ve been sitting in this yard all day, cause this girl has a milkshake!
’til this guy walked past, and asked was my josé?
i’m not even hispanic, but i spoke some spanish anyway
like hola, cómo estás, muy bien
y tu, me gusta tu pene en me culo!
woah dere ho, don’t go there ho
don’t smoke dat doja, do not roll up
wiz khalifa smokin’ reefer with my teacher in the bleachers!

[verse 2]
yeah, i’m primetime when i rhyme like t-tus o’neil
i’m a gomer, with no motor sk!lls, got arthritis, will
you tell me what’s going on? cause i don’t know for real
i pull out my pickle, and she says “what’s the deal?”
all i know is some 2 chainz, all you know is 2 things
how to make ravioli, and talk like bobby boucher
got kool-aid, watching cool runnings on bluray
bluetoothing with lupe, looting lots of jewelry
selling that sh-t on ebay, i eat steak at carrabba’s
for pete sake, the dj better stop playing rihanna
he keeps playing, pon de replay, feeling jamaican like shabba
so i’m leavin, it’s the weekend, i’m just gonna go to mcdonald’s
in my

[verse 3]
my god, that girl is gorgeous
she calls out to god, give me more josh
so i oblige, no mary, joseph
now she’s screaming gibberish like the chorus
no jizzin’, i’m wrapped in
just spittin, i’m rappin’
biscuits in my wrapper
just when you thought rappers
couldn’t get more wacker
this kid drops an album
that’s just lackin’ lavish
lyrics to imp-ssion
children with inactive
attention spans, who’d rather
listen to bill paxton
b-tchin’ about whether
kate winslets a good actor
or is there someone that could
have risen to james cameron’s
image for t-tanic
jesus, what happened?
kle shay just went mad, i don’t wanna
hear this stupid babblin’
just quit this, you f-ggot!
whisper, relax, kid
don’t be bitter, it’s just rap b-tch
oh hey, one more thing…
it’s mr. kle shay, as a matter of fact, b-tch

[verse 4]
okay, now catch up to a freight train
what you mean you can’t mayne?
i bet you could if you got off your b-tt
and lift some weights and get in shape man!
holdin’ my p-ck-r like a birdcage
they screamin “wow!”, like nerdrage
look at my hand, i got your nose!
officer i didn’t know she was underage
small t-tties, a1
got locked up like akon
for a week, then i got some sleep
and i got out and had s-x like akon!
four showers, 4 showers, when i got out i took 4 showers
brushed my t–th, no austin powers
now i’m spittin this supa hot fire, no bowser
favorite rappers… dylan, dylan, dylan, dylan, dylan, dylan

- kle shay lyrics

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