Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 6 O'Clock News , by - Merkules. Release date: 11.04.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
6 O'Clock News |
| I feel like maybe I’m losing my fucking mind |
| The rumor’s I’m on the rise and I’m using up all the |
| Getting shade from all these rappers who used to be in they prime |
| But truthfully they declined and they music ain’t good as mine |
| If it’s a movie, they’ve painted me as the villain |
| The craziest dude to kill it since Shady was with Xzibit |
| The same ones hating are begging me for some tickets |
| 'Cause they girlfriend loves me so maybe she’ll let 'em hit it |
| I’m at the crib watching Menace II Society |
| Drinking Olde English 'cause I’m fed up with sobriety |
| The cops told my neighbors that they better keep they eye on me |
| I’m screaming bloody murder just to better my anxiety |
| I got a list of names of rappers who could get the face |
| disobey, I’m climbing through your chimney like it’s Christmas Day |
| Bullets ricochet, bouncing right off the windowpane |
| Just missed between your chin and face |
| I told you once that tryna fuck with me’s a big mistake |
| I’m laughing out loud at these rappers that I humiliate |
| I switch my plates and I’m driving across the interstate |
| With so many bodies inside the trunk but I can’t hit the breaks |
| Six o’clock news, this just in |
| Close your windows, lock your doors, there’s a stick-up kid |
| He’s on the loose, if you see him please call police |
| His name is Merkules, we need to get him off the streets |
| Six o’clock news, this just in |
| Close your windows, lock your doors, there’s a stick-up kid |
| He’s on the loose, if you see him please call police |
| His name is Merkules, we need to get him off the streets |
| And the cops coming for me too |
| Merk, hide this bag of blow, I’ll stuff the Xannys in my shoe |
| And don’t worry 'bout the Adderall, you know that I’m prescribed |
| And the weed? |
| Pfft, it’s 2021, we all high |
| But as far as this dead body that’s stinking up the rover? |
| Fuck, well, let’s just hope that they don’t pull us over |
| 'Cause on top of that I got the AR with the extended mag |
| A Tec-9 and twin Beretta stuffed into that leather bag |
| In the trunk, and I ain’t registered to carry 'em |
| Let alone use 'em, shit we better bury 'em |
| we buried the body we, wait, where’s the shovel though? |
| You said you got it, didn’t you? |
| Damn it, Merk, I fucking know |
| I even wrote it down in my notes, how’d I forget it? |
| Forget it, we’ll just torch the whip, don’t even sweat it |
| Damn it, did I just run that fucking stop light? |
| Merk, please tell me those aren’t cop lights |
| Alright, new plan, load the firepower for me |
| If we going down then it’s gon' be in a blaze of glory |
| Hey, copper, I’m who you here to apprehend |
| But first, please say hello to my little friend |
| Six o’clock news, this just in |
| Close your windows, lock your doors, there’s a stick-up kid |
| He’s on the loose, if you see him please call police |
| His name is Webby, and we need to get him off the streets |
| Six o’clock news, this just in |
| Close your windows, lock your doors, there’s a stick-up kid |
| He’s on the loose, if you see him please call police |
| His name is Webby, and we need to get him off the streets |