Baker Ya Maker
Ain’t No Mercy
[Intro](x?)
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Ain't no mercy, ain't no mercy, ain't no mercy
187
Ain't no mercy

[Verse]
No mercy for a ho
Ho you surrounded by blow
Daddy breakin' down the bags then cookin' em on the stove
Misguided, juvenile
Hasn't Baker lost his style?
Bringing back the real shit for you bustas' in denial
I'm groanin' slow, gone off that funk and all I'm wantin' is mo'
Call me a scum and that's what you get ho
Screamin' out fuck the law we ain't takin' no mo'
In the back streets, killa's lurk and jackas' creep, stray dogs walk in the night
Paranoid I can't sleep
Told I'll never be shit, so now I speak this
Evil in ya' mind taught by those who spoke of wickedness
Pantera plays as I go into a daze when you saw my built up rage, seein' red lost in a daze
Defeatin' anyone
Equal to me it just can't be done
Killin' em off one by one, ya' Maker is here yes Baker has come
Cigarette smoke blowin' out my nose
Take a shotgun off the blunt hold it in till I explode
Pass the time by makin' music till I die
I stay true to it, in the land of the lost, gettin' high and actin' stupid just some young krunk punks
Yes that Baker and that [?]
Just to show you boys the time
Here to take this shit back to the days of the pimp
No limit, 96
Mix it with a little metal now that's what you bumpin' here
Listen to the words I speak; this shit here ain't for the weak
This is for the night-breed, close your eyes and creep with me
[Outro](x?)
[?]
Ain't no mercy, ain't no mercy, ain't no mercy
187
Ain't no mercy
187 (x?)