Lyrics Where's Your Head At? - Merky Ace

Where's Your Head At?

Blue Battlefield
Merky ACE
Dun know
Where’s your head at?
Where’s your head at?
Where’s your head at?
Where’s your head at?
Where’s your head at?
(Uh) Where’s your head at?
(Uh)
Where’s your head at?
(Uh) Where’s your head at?
(Uh)
Where’s your head at?
(Uh)
I’m Merky ACE, I took that, normal
Might pop chains in the west end, standard
You can’t go the places I go
Get left head in hand, I’ll snow
Or put your head in the sky, Dumbo
If you ain’t ready to die, don’t roll
Cause we’re as cold as ice, North Pole
My heart’s as cold as ice, South Pole
So, don’t cross that line
True say, it might be your last time
Game over, no extra lives
Head floating like balloon or kite
Looks gory, not the prettiest sight
You won’t know where’s left and where’s right
Permanent sleep, goodnight
Uh
I’ll take your head off your shoulders
You can be the skinny or the henchest dude
I’ll still have all of your bredrins screaming
I said necks leaking, get a real chiefing
If you try come for the dough I’m keeping
One wig shot, no need for repeating
My mandem specialise in beefing
Knock-knock, ding dong, trick, no treating
Open the door, get slapped for a greeting
Family Tree and Merky ACE
Not Boyzone and Ronan Keating
(TK will aim up the ting and blam)
But don’t think it’s Olympic skeeting
On point in play games, we’re cheating
You will be dead before you hear
Where’s your head at?
Where’s your head at?
Where’s your head at?
Where’s your head at?
Where’s your head at?
(Uh) Where’s your head at?
(Uh)
Where’s your head at?
(Uh) Where’s your head at?
(Uh)
Me have man take me for a speng?
It’s never that, I’d rather die first
It’s not a ting, Ego will ride
Have a man leaking, watch the blood drip
(T's got something that’ll rip out your spine)
But he let Ego mangle a ting
Family Tree, it’s not just a crew
So move wrong and get your clart bun
And no, I’ve never been scared
Cause I know I’ve got Satan on my side
Plus Shifman’s got him and he’s waste
Won’t ever catch us moving washed
I beat your girl and sent her to you
You was all up in the warm cooch
Warmed my cock and already done walked
And on top, she was giving me
Uh
I’ll take your head off your shoulders
Bring everyone, youngers and olders
Witnesses screaming as I fling boulders
Better stand back before you get clapped
Have no don to go home with
If you MC, you better pay tax
If you wanna use our slogans
Got a big strap, it will take out anyone
You can look like Hulk Hogan
Better stand back when I’m on the attack
Get left in the morgue all frozen
Please tell me why you’re wearing a vest
Your head’s the target I’ve chosen
Get left with your cranium open
While people stand there asking
Where’s your head at?
Where’s your head at?
Where’s your head at?
Where’s your head at?
Where’s your head at?
(Uh) Where’s your head at?
(Uh)
Where’s your head at?
(Uh) Where’s your head at?
(Uh)
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I’ve been doing this ting from day
Big bad A-C-E raised up from the blue
Where the skies are grey and the real Gs spray
You can get wrapped if you’re holding weight
Don’t believe me?
Then ask your mate
Come a long way from holding an eight
Picking up food, moving like a crate
I par with the dargs but nuttin' like Nate
Bring some food, I will smash that plate
Holding grub?
I will crack that safe
It’s so not a ting for me to reach in
Pull out, cave in and attack that breh
Got no tool?
Then I’ll whack that breh
Cock back my right fist and smack that breh
Bet he didn’t think that I’ll act that way
Little did you know I’ve always been cold
Got a demon so I push metal in clothes
All the way in till it comes out skin
Got no heart for these useless roads
Man better know FT is bold
Don’t tell lies about where you shot
I said don’t tell lies about where you
Six bricks sold
You can get wrapped for your gleaming gold
Get clapped in the head with the meanest pole
While you’re wiping your shit with the cleanest roll
You can get slumped in the loo
Kick off the door, don’t care 'bout the smell of the poo
Main objective: duppying you
I’ll have your marjay screaming