| Merkules
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| Guerilla with a mask on, sniffin' up your bath salts
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| Shitting in your backyard and pissin' on your dad’s lawn
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| I’m real ignorant, it’s hard to feel sympathy
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| For rappers I have ten platinum plaques
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| And they still little league, the casket closed
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| You softer than rockin' a pair of pantyhose
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| I’m 'bout to blow the fuck up out of nowhere
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| Like a samsung phone
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| Next thing you know I’m 'bout as dope as they come
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| And I wrote this for fun while takin' a shit, smoking a blunt
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| Fuck it
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| These rappers thinking that they nice as me, stop
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| Got a knife in my sock, right by the rocks fightin' with cops
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| Like it or not, I’ll kill your bars right off the top
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| Cause I’ma die and be a legend for rap like I was 'Pac (R.I.P.)
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| Young mini me’s, I’ll stuff 'em in the suit case
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| I’m known to squeeze gats like I’m runnin' out of toothpaste
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| Chunk from the «Goonies», I truffle shuffle with groupies
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| Y’all motherfuckers are boujee
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| If you don’t love me then shoot me
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| It’s Merk
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| I’m doing rhymes now, fuck the crimes now
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| Come on the ave, I’m real hard to find now
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| I’m doing rhymes now, fuck the crimes now
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| Come on the ave, I’m real hard to find now
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| Ski mask way, get mine the fast way
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| Ski mask way, get mine the fast way
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| Ski mask way, get mine the fast way
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| Ski mask way, get mine the fast way |