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CHiNK MONeY - NO SYMPATHY Lyrics



CHiNK MONeY - NO SYMPATHY Lyrics
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Well, I'm back, motherf*cker, with that Crack shit
It ain't nothin' to me, I don't even have to practice
Tryna step up, I'll make you disappear like magic
Straight up, vanish, because my shit's bananas
I'm talkin' bout B-A-N-A-N-A-S
You cannot f*ck with Chink, because he is the best
I'm rollin' up the weed just to relieve my stress
Comin' from the PFC, I represent the Midwest
Puttin' haters to the test, cause they talk a lot of noise
See me in person and now they act like we boys
Cause they don't want no problems, yeah they fearin' me
I never met a man to outdo me lyrically, you hearin' me?
I am a beast, a straight up devil
You swingin' from my dick, tryna climb to my level
Never to achieve it, please release my penis
You a fake thug tryna go against a demon
Who's this boy tryna get at me?
Somebody better tell him he ain't in my league
I will show no sympathy
I will put that motherf*cker
Out his misery
Who's this boy tryna get at me?
Somebody better tell him he ain't in my league
I will show no sympathy
I will put that motherf*cker
Out his misery
Now I see a lot of haters looking at me and they're doubting
But my flow so deep that I will leave your ass drowning
My skill's automatic, I don't have to think about it
I don't have to brainstorm, cause my mind's always clouded
Off that blunt smoke, and I be tokin' till I'm chokin'
And I'm focused, if you bring your bitch around me I'll be pokin'
Like Yo-ho-ho with a bottle of rum
She's a model but dumb, I'll have her swallowing cum
I'm broke as f*ck but still I'm pullin' a rich skank
You come home to a kiss, tell me how my dick tastes
Uh, now tell me who's the man
Try as hard as you can, you'll never be who I am
How you tryna brag when you got no kind of rap?
I am sick, y'all just hypochondriacs
And now it's time to act, so polish your skills
I demolish at will and you about to get killed
Who's this boy tryna get at me?
Somebody better tell him he ain't in my league
I will show no sympathy
I will put that motherf*cker
Out his misery
Who's this boy tryna get at me?
Somebody better tell him he ain't in my league
I will show no sympathy
I will put that motherf*cker out his misery
Hold up, who the f*ck is you?
Get this pussy out my face before I crush this dude
You suck, you can't rap and you're ugly too
Don't make me stab you in the eyes with a rusted tool
Just to prove you never in your life could see me
I'm on some other shit, a whole different type of feces
I'm a demon alien, a new kind of species
Hoes screamin' Dam13n, I f*ck them nice and easy
I be pullin' bitches, been on that serious pimp business
I hit the first night, no need to get digits
And you can bear witness, there's no comparing us
I need a therapist, lyrical terrorist
Pure anthrax every time Chan raps, stand back
Matter of fact, step up and get clapped, bbrrraaap!
It's a wrap! And no this ain't just rap
It's a warning, motherf*cker, what you think about that?
Who's this boy tryna get at me?
Somebody better tell him he ain't in my league
I will show no sympathy
I will put that motherf*cker out his misery
Who's this boy tryna get at me?
Somebody better tell him he ain't in my league
I will show no sympathy
I will put that motherf*cker out his misery
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Well, I'm back, motherf*cker, with that Crack shit
It ain't nothin' to me, I don't even have to practice
Tryna step up, I'll make you disappear like magic
Straight up, vanish, because my shit's bananas
I'm talkin' bout B-A-N-A-N-A-S
You cannot f*ck with Chink, because he is the best
I'm rollin' up the weed just to relieve my stress
Comin' from the PFC, I represent the Midwest
Puttin' haters to the test, cause they talk a lot of noise
See me in person and now they act like we boys
Cause they don't want no problems, yeah they fearin' me
I never met a man to outdo me lyrically, you hearin' me?
I am a beast, a straight up devil
You swingin' from my dick, tryna climb to my level
Never to achieve it, please release my penis
You a fake thug tryna go against a demon
Who's this boy tryna get at me?
Somebody better tell him he ain't in my league
I will show no sympathy
I will put that motherf*cker
Out his misery
Who's this boy tryna get at me?
Somebody better tell him he ain't in my league
I will show no sympathy
I will put that motherf*cker
Out his misery
Now I see a lot of haters looking at me and they're doubting
But my flow so deep that I will leave your ass drowning
My skill's automatic, I don't have to think about it
I don't have to brainstorm, cause my mind's always clouded
Off that blunt smoke, and I be tokin' till I'm chokin'
And I'm focused, if you bring your bitch around me I'll be pokin'
Like Yo-ho-ho with a bottle of rum
She's a model but dumb, I'll have her swallowing cum
I'm broke as f*ck but still I'm pullin' a rich skank
You come home to a kiss, tell me how my dick tastes
Uh, now tell me who's the man
Try as hard as you can, you'll never be who I am
How you tryna brag when you got no kind of rap?
I am sick, y'all just hypochondriacs
And now it's time to act, so polish your skills
I demolish at will and you about to get killed
Who's this boy tryna get at me?
Somebody better tell him he ain't in my league
I will show no sympathy
I will put that motherf*cker
Out his misery
Who's this boy tryna get at me?
Somebody better tell him he ain't in my league
I will show no sympathy
I will put that motherf*cker out his misery
Hold up, who the f*ck is you?
Get this pussy out my face before I crush this dude
You suck, you can't rap and you're ugly too
Don't make me stab you in the eyes with a rusted tool
Just to prove you never in your life could see me
I'm on some other shit, a whole different type of feces
I'm a demon alien, a new kind of species
Hoes screamin' Dam13n, I f*ck them nice and easy
I be pullin' bitches, been on that serious pimp business
I hit the first night, no need to get digits
And you can bear witness, there's no comparing us
I need a therapist, lyrical terrorist
Pure anthrax every time Chan raps, stand back
Matter of fact, step up and get clapped, bbrrraaap!
It's a wrap! And no this ain't just rap
It's a warning, motherf*cker, what you think about that?
Who's this boy tryna get at me?
Somebody better tell him he ain't in my league
I will show no sympathy
I will put that motherf*cker out his misery
Who's this boy tryna get at me?
Somebody better tell him he ain't in my league
I will show no sympathy
I will put that motherf*cker out his misery
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Writer: Damien Chan
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Performed By: CHiNK MONeY
Language: English
Length: 4:19
Written by: Damien Chan

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