포화 (Burn) lyrics
(English Translation)

McDaddy, Hash Swan, Jo Kwang-il " Saturation " Lyrics

Intro: Mcckdaddy
Talk to me nice
Talk to me nice
Talk to me nice

Verse 1: Mckdaddy
Warrior's anthem
Looking for the enemy
That's New Year's money
Not sprinting
I'm lying down and my blood is boiling
I On the track
I don't adjust the pace
What I need to control is the population
Beast without it
I tried it on as a setup
Blood on my fit
Always get back up
I'm hungry I pretend to be mean, but
Who is the really bad one? ...
It's already too late. I regret it
Comin wit the flames
It doesn't go as planned
Overdose my anger
What time is the appointment time
It's time to come
I'm waiting
Shooters come
Livin' with no escape
No freedom, leisure
This place will be dyed red soon
This place will be dyed red soon

Chorus: Mckdaddy
Saturated population
Ah hashtag fire
Don't trust me, your dream
Murder murder, your breath
Saturated population
Saturated population
Shall I shoot them all
Heads over there
Hide tight there.
Heads gathered together
One, two, three
Pop pop, ye
Run away, ye
Pop pop, fire or something
Racks on racks on
Racks on, ye
All Burinake ke ke ke ke ke
All burinake ke ke ke ke ke

Verse 2: Hash Swan
It was so thick, it was so thick Yeah
It's polluted and twisted Yeah
Even the lights are dark Yeah
Even the supporting characters are holograms Yeah
It's a long way from paradise
It sounds like paradise again
I'm far too
The Colosseum is completely broken
I want Edward's automail yeah
It's not working anymore, Mangwon Basement
It's no longer available on my channel
Didas to Balenciga
Ciga from Argentina
Sorry Avoid the gentlemanly eyebrows
I can't trust those guys
Enough about pretending to be perfect
What's perfect is the unfinished Mona Lisa

Pre-Chorus: Hash Swan
The person who didn't want to carry a gun Only the bastard is screwed
Ah, it's beautiful, cheers to everyone
No thanks for that kind smile
It's all on fire and makes me laugh
It's art, put it all away
My headlight A cut during filming
The smoke that was spit out is sea fog
Search in the middle, let's go, sword dance

Verse 3: Gwangil Jo
OK Mumble Rap is born
Auto-tune included in the pronunciation
The reason my stunt was successful
was because they gave me credit
Also, it's just my Flow and the tone
It's all a fake copy craze
But if someone gets popular with a rap like this
It's probably modeled after me, right?
It's saturated, right
I'm a restaurant that's the opposite of the Tessit AR crap show
And I'm also sincere
I gave up on the offer of medicine
Breakin' 'em off into particles
My food Parkour up to protect the bowl
In the end, money, money, money
With medicine, I hold up to the cliff every other half
Like the length of my lyrics
There are too many rappers
So I’ll spit loosely too
Lyrics with How about disappearing?
Please stop talking about that nonsense
You managed to come up here. What should I do?
No cap But your tongue that was cursing me like that
has no moisture?

Bridge: Gwangil Jo
Memorial photo cheese
All of each person's sins are see-through
You're the one who cried out, Standard
Yeah, I didn't know that, I've been there
How many years This is where I rolled around
I looked at the red carpet
There were a bunch of
insectivores gathered in a dark place
Guys, among those who attacked me
The real one There is no one
The one who tried to cut me to the floor
Except Keats Yoji

Verse 4: Hash swan & Gwangil Jo
Slay slay then we gon'
Put up the flags
Copy-pasted here
I want to bury all the bastards
I will bury them all in a row and make their graves
If I got through that path with luck, you will be in trouble
I Come back and hit me with a shovel
You become a coma
Then you again
Throw me into that hole
Bury me with dirt
Even if I hide, I find it, it’s cruel. Add a blur
Even if you run away, slow motion
Offensive words are a bonus
Cut it down to half and half
Bury everything and then dash back to my seat
The only thing I don’t need now is guilt
Everyone raps fast
Why is everything so broken in pronunciation
Our quality is different

Chorus: Mckdaddy
Saturated population
Ah Hashtag fire
I don't trust you, your dream
Murder murder, your breath
Saturated population
Saturated population
Should I shoot them all? The heads there
Hiding there
The gathered heads
One two three
Pop pop ye
Run away ye
Pop pop Fire or something
Racks on racks on
Racks on Crazy
Everyone keke ke ke ke
It's all burinake ke ke ke ke ke