[Johnny Merk]
Ha! Yo! Yo!
With my Tims, I share dark stories, like The Blackening
Mark Dacascos, Double Dragon kick
Spotify streams, numbers high, like the lotto
I'm rolling with some blondes, more charms than Alyssa Milano
So chill, still drive, rink a dink or a Tahoe
Just to get inside some legs, need no Murcielago
They be merciful already, nothing on in her pics
Hungry for Johnny, like crazy for attention and shit
She like Cocaine Bear, when it come to the bricks
Scar faces like Brad Jordan, after the fix
Take you back to 03, in my summer school shit
My substitute was a, chubby old bitch
Got me in trouble, false claims, saying that I smacked the booty
I still wanna fight the fag, snitching yet he pulled a Ratatouille
I was airing Super Soakers, fore' lil Uzi
My class had Vitaras to drive, without Suzukis
I'm triple time, just the A.I., I'm Allen Iverson
Artificially intelligent, still drawing on them like Adobe Illustrator
Executive producer, a rapper's death like Brian Grazer
Put a clown in a fresh box, ask him, how are you?
With the malpractice, in the ICU
The super drugged out surgeon, stab, puncture with IVs
Have vampires drink your blood like HI-C
Pick somebody else to f*ck around with, not me
Make your whole fam sweat, summer in tight jeans
A tight durag, tall wool, tube socks
Iron Fist been a problem, tell the city to keep watch
Turnpike, highway, interstate jammer
Keep shit stanky, like an old person pamper
My ACDC, hella volts when I'm amped up
Haters uncomfortable, the Trans Am, cramped up
Bite like mosquitos, when the drip got em' damped up
Diamonds, gold, everywhere, bitch I'm champed up
Turn your whole studio to a pod
Shit knocking, turn a Hollywood snob to a slob
As the world turns, I'm writing bars in a purge
So many plugs, niggas call me power surge
Frankincense in the air, it be mixed with the myrrh
Over Philly, bet you find more chains than Yung Berg
My hunger's like a discharged veteran
Roaming in a city full of hate, no benevolence
Having no insurance, suffer years, having gangrene
Can't afford food, eighth of water in a canteen
Selfish America, politicking parties
I'm happy that I went to school and never went to army
They say the army make you a man, more like puppet
Killing overseas, after wars
They like, f*ck you!
[Scumbag Rick]
Sometimes I ask myself, why am I an asshole
Then remember, never put a hoe over the cash flow
You micro, I'm macro, the scumbag wacko
Wherever I go is where the bag go
Swear that shit follow me, haunting me like a f*cking ghost
Let the money talk for me, cause I don't really like to boast
Motherf*ckers did the most, then they got they outcome
I got no words, like that new Andre album
Power level 9000, Kendrick with high power
Supply flowers, rhymes like NY Sour
Told Johnny I'll be there in a hour
All I know is hustle and flow, Terrence Howard
As the world turns, events keep happening
We keep the rapping and the snapping
And we keep coming back again, cause rap is life
And it's life, and the afterlife
We scumming for what is ours, ain't asking nice!
Ah, f*ck the army!
We got our own army
And we got tanks!
We got aircraft!
We got M16's!
We got grenades!
[Gen]
Boom, bam, pat, Batman
Scummed up baby, yeah
What's going on Scum? What up
What's going on Merk? What up
Niggas scratching they butts and sniffing they fingers man
Ew!!! Crazy shit
Talk to these niggas, man
It's cold out here man, come on man
Real cold
Took a while to cook it up
But I'm back baby, I'm not standing from the chair
Because I'm back, lazy, dumps of juice
People sounding kinda trash lately
Booty ass maybe, who can rap people
I maneuver the tracks crazy baby, I'm destined for greatness
The messages are playing through these nebulous statements
They hating, my ebony shaded skin
Enmeshing the flesh of the ancients, molded from God's hands
I emerged from the elements, naked
Wander the earth, in search of my purpose
But yo I'm still believing
King we eating, this is ZILLA season
For every rhyme, there's a reason
Ain't no time to be eating apple cores within the garden of Eden
They scheming, it's deeming, sitting on my shoulder
Y'all understand the visions that I'm scripting
When you getting a little older
People sell their souls, get their picture on a poster
While I take the scenic route, do that shit like I'm supposed to
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[Johnny Merk]
Ha! Yo! Yo!
With my Tims, I share dark stories, like The Blackening
Mark Dacascos, Double Dragon kick
Spotify streams, numbers high, like the lotto
I'm rolling with some blondes, more charms than Alyssa Milano
So chill, still drive, rink a dink or a Tahoe
Just to get inside some legs, need no Murcielago
They be merciful already, nothing on in her pics
Hungry for Johnny, like crazy for attention and shit
She like Cocaine Bear, when it come to the bricks
Scar faces like Brad Jordan, after the fix
Take you back to 03, in my summer school shit
My substitute was a, chubby old bitch
Got me in trouble, false claims, saying that I smacked the booty
I still wanna fight the fag, snitching yet he pulled a Ratatouille
I was airing Super Soakers, fore' lil Uzi
My class had Vitaras to drive, without Suzukis
I'm triple time, just the A.I., I'm Allen Iverson
Artificially intelligent, still drawing on them like Adobe Illustrator
Executive producer, a rapper's death like Brian Grazer
Put a clown in a fresh box, ask him, how are you?
With the malpractice, in the ICU
The super drugged out surgeon, stab, puncture with IVs
Have vampires drink your blood like HI-C
Pick somebody else to f*ck around with, not me
Make your whole fam sweat, summer in tight jeans
A tight durag, tall wool, tube socks
Iron Fist been a problem, tell the city to keep watch
Turnpike, highway, interstate jammer
Keep shit stanky, like an old person pamper
My ACDC, hella volts when I'm amped up
Haters uncomfortable, the Trans Am, cramped up
Bite like mosquitos, when the drip got em' damped up
Diamonds, gold, everywhere, bitch I'm champed up
Turn your whole studio to a pod
Shit knocking, turn a Hollywood snob to a slob
As the world turns, I'm writing bars in a purge
So many plugs, niggas call me power surge
Frankincense in the air, it be mixed with the myrrh
Over Philly, bet you find more chains than Yung Berg
My hunger's like a discharged veteran
Roaming in a city full of hate, no benevolence
Having no insurance, suffer years, having gangrene
Can't afford food, eighth of water in a canteen
Selfish America, politicking parties
I'm happy that I went to school and never went to army
They say the army make you a man, more like puppet
Killing overseas, after wars
They like, f*ck you!
[Scumbag Rick]
Sometimes I ask myself, why am I an asshole
Then remember, never put a hoe over the cash flow
You micro, I'm macro, the scumbag wacko
Wherever I go is where the bag go
Swear that shit follow me, haunting me like a f*cking ghost
Let the money talk for me, cause I don't really like to boast
Motherf*ckers did the most, then they got they outcome
I got no words, like that new Andre album
Power level 9000, Kendrick with high power
Supply flowers, rhymes like NY Sour
Told Johnny I'll be there in a hour
All I know is hustle and flow, Terrence Howard
As the world turns, events keep happening
We keep the rapping and the snapping
And we keep coming back again, cause rap is life
And it's life, and the afterlife
We scumming for what is ours, ain't asking nice!
Ah, f*ck the army!
We got our own army
And we got tanks!
We got aircraft!
We got M16's!
We got grenades!
[Gen]
Boom, bam, pat, Batman
Scummed up baby, yeah
What's going on Scum? What up
What's going on Merk? What up
Niggas scratching they butts and sniffing they fingers man
Ew!!! Crazy shit
Talk to these niggas, man
It's cold out here man, come on man
Real cold
Took a while to cook it up
But I'm back baby, I'm not standing from the chair
Because I'm back, lazy, dumps of juice
People sounding kinda trash lately
Booty ass maybe, who can rap people
I maneuver the tracks crazy baby, I'm destined for greatness
The messages are playing through these nebulous statements
They hating, my ebony shaded skin
Enmeshing the flesh of the ancients, molded from God's hands
I emerged from the elements, naked
Wander the earth, in search of my purpose
But yo I'm still believing
King we eating, this is ZILLA season
For every rhyme, there's a reason
Ain't no time to be eating apple cores within the garden of Eden
They scheming, it's deeming, sitting on my shoulder
Y'all understand the visions that I'm scripting
When you getting a little older
People sell their souls, get their picture on a poster
While I take the scenic route, do that shit like I'm supposed to
Ha! Yo! Yo!
With my Tims, I share dark stories, like The Blackening
Mark Dacascos, Double Dragon kick
Spotify streams, numbers high, like the lotto
I'm rolling with some blondes, more charms than Alyssa Milano
So chill, still drive, rink a dink or a Tahoe
Just to get inside some legs, need no Murcielago
They be merciful already, nothing on in her pics
Hungry for Johnny, like crazy for attention and shit
She like Cocaine Bear, when it come to the bricks
Scar faces like Brad Jordan, after the fix
Take you back to 03, in my summer school shit
My substitute was a, chubby old bitch
Got me in trouble, false claims, saying that I smacked the booty
I still wanna fight the fag, snitching yet he pulled a Ratatouille
I was airing Super Soakers, fore' lil Uzi
My class had Vitaras to drive, without Suzukis
I'm triple time, just the A.I., I'm Allen Iverson
Artificially intelligent, still drawing on them like Adobe Illustrator
Executive producer, a rapper's death like Brian Grazer
Put a clown in a fresh box, ask him, how are you?
With the malpractice, in the ICU
The super drugged out surgeon, stab, puncture with IVs
Have vampires drink your blood like HI-C
Pick somebody else to f*ck around with, not me
Make your whole fam sweat, summer in tight jeans
A tight durag, tall wool, tube socks
Iron Fist been a problem, tell the city to keep watch
Turnpike, highway, interstate jammer
Keep shit stanky, like an old person pamper
My ACDC, hella volts when I'm amped up
Haters uncomfortable, the Trans Am, cramped up
Bite like mosquitos, when the drip got em' damped up
Diamonds, gold, everywhere, bitch I'm champed up
Turn your whole studio to a pod
Shit knocking, turn a Hollywood snob to a slob
As the world turns, I'm writing bars in a purge
So many plugs, niggas call me power surge
Frankincense in the air, it be mixed with the myrrh
Over Philly, bet you find more chains than Yung Berg
My hunger's like a discharged veteran
Roaming in a city full of hate, no benevolence
Having no insurance, suffer years, having gangrene
Can't afford food, eighth of water in a canteen
Selfish America, politicking parties
I'm happy that I went to school and never went to army
They say the army make you a man, more like puppet
Killing overseas, after wars
They like, f*ck you!
[Scumbag Rick]
Sometimes I ask myself, why am I an asshole
Then remember, never put a hoe over the cash flow
You micro, I'm macro, the scumbag wacko
Wherever I go is where the bag go
Swear that shit follow me, haunting me like a f*cking ghost
Let the money talk for me, cause I don't really like to boast
Motherf*ckers did the most, then they got they outcome
I got no words, like that new Andre album
Power level 9000, Kendrick with high power
Supply flowers, rhymes like NY Sour
Told Johnny I'll be there in a hour
All I know is hustle and flow, Terrence Howard
As the world turns, events keep happening
We keep the rapping and the snapping
And we keep coming back again, cause rap is life
And it's life, and the afterlife
We scumming for what is ours, ain't asking nice!
Ah, f*ck the army!
We got our own army
And we got tanks!
We got aircraft!
We got M16's!
We got grenades!
[Gen]
Boom, bam, pat, Batman
Scummed up baby, yeah
What's going on Scum? What up
What's going on Merk? What up
Niggas scratching they butts and sniffing they fingers man
Ew!!! Crazy shit
Talk to these niggas, man
It's cold out here man, come on man
Real cold
Took a while to cook it up
But I'm back baby, I'm not standing from the chair
Because I'm back, lazy, dumps of juice
People sounding kinda trash lately
Booty ass maybe, who can rap people
I maneuver the tracks crazy baby, I'm destined for greatness
The messages are playing through these nebulous statements
They hating, my ebony shaded skin
Enmeshing the flesh of the ancients, molded from God's hands
I emerged from the elements, naked
Wander the earth, in search of my purpose
But yo I'm still believing
King we eating, this is ZILLA season
For every rhyme, there's a reason
Ain't no time to be eating apple cores within the garden of Eden
They scheming, it's deeming, sitting on my shoulder
Y'all understand the visions that I'm scripting
When you getting a little older
People sell their souls, get their picture on a poster
While I take the scenic route, do that shit like I'm supposed to
Writer: John Holmes
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