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merkules - too funny lyrics

[intro]
but i forgot how to rap, right? (hahahaha)
yeah, i came up from the bottom, i arose from the ashes
now i’m on my throne with a gl-ss full of absynthe
so do the math, half these rappers are has beens
and i’m so in the future that this track’s in the past tense

[verse 1]
figure it out, i’m the illest spitter without a doubt
i came to k!ll these limp kids for they clout
gimmie it now, boom, bow catch a fist in ya mouth
i hear ya momma yellin’ out now like “get in the house”
i dropped a song last week they said i’m singin’ too much
like “we want bars not hooks merk”
well get off my nuts
i don’t show up at ya work and tell you how to do your job
so f-ck off and play my old sh-t and i’ll do what i want
i don’t only make music for you p-ssed off teens
so get lost please, i’ll knock you out ya ripped off jeans
this is real life, you ain’t seen the sh-t i’ve seen
i’ll f-ck around and let a clip off and hit y’all geeks
i’m on a whole other wave length, been raw since the 8th grade
a bald white, drunk biggie smalls wit a ak
i find it ironic that they hatin’ on me
cause i’m the one who taught ’em everything they basically me

[chorus]
i’ve been to myself
homie, i don’t wanna talk
i don’t wanna f-ck around and have to get involved
cause at the end of the day, all these rappers are my kids
bitin’ on my old sh-t and claimin’ that it’s theirs
man, it’s just too funny (man, it’s just too funny)
man, it’s just too funny (man, it’s just too funny)
man, it’s just too funny (man, it’s just too funny)
man, it’s just too funny (man, it’s just too funny)
f-ck outta here!

[verse 2]
i heard it’s all, you can’t eat, somebody make me a plate
i ain’t gonna hate, but you’re soft as drake on a date
i know they really wanna bars and they said bars what they need
so let me spit some bars, i hope my bars up the speed, look
cataclysmic, eat a rapper like a pack full of timbits
i’m flabbergasted that you can’t see him twisted
i laugh at these b-tches that hit you with a gl-ss that i’m sippin’ from
if it’s beef i’m known to get up in that -ss like animal’s, pause
hahaha, holy sh-t, he can rap still
i’m fire, play this song at your crib and they raise your gas bill
your rap name “kardashian t-ties” cause you are that real
i’m spazzin’ having tensions causing headache, i can’t chill
quit staring at me, this sh-t is c-lance fault
i’ve tried to quit and came back cause i had beat withdrawls
and then he popped up in my e-mail with these beats on call
i called him up like “let me get a free beat, dawg”
well, i’m giant while they’re lying only three feet tall
embarr-ss kid with his parents, i can’t be seen with y’all
you ain’t a hustler when you’re working at a kiosk, ha
it’s for my homies doin’ time
i’m yelling “free my squad”
it’s f-ck anybody but us, my chest out like whaddup
a c-lance sample, you need it, i’ll get you cut up
it’s stompdown k!llaz, all 2019
you can steal my style but you nothing like me

- merkules lyrics

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