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merks one - malraq lyrics

verse: merks

listen up and now check this
it’s merks one, i go hectic
i’m from melton city, west of melbourne city
making rapper sh+tty, i’m perfected
gotta get rich by any means
move plenty points to many fiens
i was 17 with a .38
trapping seventeens of amphetamines
hennessy i’ll sip it straight
f+ck a cup, i’ll drink it out the bottle
feel my body as it starts to wobble
i’ll be in the lab but i’m not aristotle
i ain’t nothing but a f+ckin’ real one
no more remorse so i feel none
and if a f+ck rapper wanna step real
you wanna talk bullеts? you can feel one
merks one i was a young c+nt
but i’m grown now on thе come up
i don’t give not one f+ck
i’m still active
and i’ll run up on anyone of these dumb c+nts
if they wanna take it that far bruh
then i’m get to dropping that p+ssy first
bang cyanara
roll past your funeral like bang bang
saying ha ha
trying to hit the preacher
while he’s speaking speeches to your grievng family
like blah blah
smoke a little bit of ada
shout out to my mother and father
mum taught me love
and my daddy said make sure they are dead or they coming back harder
last time someone wanted smoke
i got the address and we went watching
motherf+ckers ain’t have the clue
i keep a .9 on me like i’m trent cotchin
my heart froze cause my heart cold
tick the plug and got half sold
i went back to him, i took a stack to him
i got a pack from him now it’s blast off
over half of this rap scene all claim they came from the trap scene
i’ll be really out here with the crack fiends
cause i really really wanna stack greens
so if your talking sh+t, then get to walkin’ b+tch
cause i’m a f+cking flipping call the cat team
i’ll stick my peter brock
up in your north and south
i bet your c+nts don’t even know what that means
uh, don’t give a f+ck about what people sayin
and what people always complain about
i’m merks millie one, i ain’t playing
find out where he staying and i’m gonna go lay him out
this motherf+cker trippin’
so i rock up flippin’ fully loaded clip in that gun
motherf+cker start wiggin’ when they hear the cl!ck
and they all hit there legs and i run
these wack c+nts ain’t done sh+t
and these opp boys they can all get it
said he wanted beef, seen him in the streets
said f+ck the beef, just forget it
i’m raw headed more cheddar so i’m gone get it
cause i’m more better
than every motherf+cken rapper in the country
and i’mma leave ’em all up on the floor dead
and even y’all said that i can’t be beat
when it comes to spittin’ bout these streets
might k!ll a rapper at a peace meet
wanna catch a body lock ’em chief keith
my flows dope, i’m no joke
this the rap game i got the cheat sheet
cause i’m f+ckin’ illest and i f+ckin’ k!ll it
everytime i spit up on the beast beat
i remember way back in the day
mum was dying, i was thugged out
never took the time to hug her and now she’s gone
and i ain’t got the mum to hug now
and that’s the sh+t to make you turn cold
and not give a motherf+ck about sh+t
so if you come for me and we ain’t the street
mum’s like you better be about this
i’m bout his and i’m out here with a weapon on me like f+ck the jacks
told my little homie if you shoot first
you ain’t gotta worry about busting back
cause i’m off chops like i hate meat
off tap like a broke hose
most know i rep post codes
and i will leave a rapper with a broke nose

- merks one lyrics

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