Oh fuck yeah, it's the kid Merkules, car bars volume four, I'm not gonna be doin' this as much as I have been because I have to get back in the studio, make this new album for you, guys
I mean, sure I'll do more in the later future but just not for a while, so
Shout to everybody that's been supporting me with these
This I'm doin' two classic instrumentals because I'm just fuckin' full of surprises today, so shout out to that
Let's get right into it, had to a shout out to the Gods.. Biggie and 2Pac, rest in peace
Yo, this song is dedicated to all the girl in high school that wouldn't sleep with me because I couldn't find my penis
Nah, I'm just playin', man.. it's all good, baby-baby
Ah, share this on your facebook, I love 'ya
(Verse)
It was all a dream, I used to real Playboy magazine, stayin' up a night to see titties on a TV screen, nevertheless I'm do any shows on a daily
I remember when promoters wouldn't pay me, man it's crazy, I used to have a fake ID to get inside the club, I livin' like a scrub
But now I'm gettin' all this love, I remember puffin' fillies, bumpin' Biggie in the whip, but the car was stolen, mama told me I'm a little shit
I remember rollin' blunts on german class and we was smokin' Chron
While other kids were playin' Pokemon, I know it's wrong
I remember stealin' music off the LimeWire, you smell a weed smoke whenever we would drive-by, yeah
But now it's different, I'm a paid musician, I left my fans without a choice, I had to make 'em listen
I don't call 'em bad choices, we just made decisions, we get drunk down at the park, it was our place to kick it
I remember makin' posters, cuttin' pictures out of magazines but now I'm jumpin' over rappers, cuttin' calories
They mad at me, I'm laughing, I'm actually like a majesty, I play the game the way it has to be
So first off.. eat a dick, I'm the shit you lames, all these rappers are more square than the windowpane
I'm back in the mix, I slap a bitch on my hand if she actin' slick
Ravan is more hazardous than cats around, the master slit, I got a knack for this, so anyone that question me could get it
On the day that I die, I'll be the best MC that did it, a sick fuck, the type to cut your legs out from under you then look in the face and ask you where you runnin' to
Quit actin' pissy I'm the shit just like a number two, ain't talkin' big shine when I'm sayin' I don't fuck with you
Not givin' a fuck, I'm hittin' em up like I was Pac still and y'all Kardashian titties because you're not real
Well pomona probably ask her if she got milk, she call me slim shady the way I like to pop pills
My flow drastic, I'm Bo Jackson with chrome magnums, I'm so classic like booboo jackets, I'm old-fashioned
I ain't 50 Cent, I don't need to get shotted, I'm so Canadian I wear flip-flops but with socks
The bar ranallis, my flow is gargantuan, my songs are harder than the blocks in Los Angeles, you lollipop rappers like to take in the joint
I started from the bottom then I made like a point
Now pure Colombian bars, it's cocaine and if it's beef then you prolly won't come out like old stains
A bad neighbor, hear a shot from the wall when it go bang
Work whipping, Merk get it, just call me the dope mane
Um, yo Maybach painted black and that's for gettin' in my grill like a face tat
It's Merkules