Credits
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Merlin Milton
Songwriter:in
Barrett Leverette
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
Watch me get on beats and straight violate rappers
This fire breathing dragon stay higher than NASA
The epitome of **** tryna be good at this rap shit
And have who down to perfection with no effort or practice
Merlie Merle the magician, pay attention to this magic
Bars hot enough to melt metal like plastic
Blowing like head gaskets and sat in prisms in Aztec
Bet I'm not hard I can bet you made a bad bet
Never catch me slipping bitch not even when the grass wet
Took the fuckin teacher out I'm coming from the class next
5'9", deadlocked, funny looking bastard
From now on, fuck it man I'm only dropping classics
Rap style incredible, rhyme scheme is special
Stick my dick in bitches that you scared to sit next to
Hanging rappers by chains and fuckin Gucci belts too
Heavyweight champ, and I'm holding the belt true
Look, growing up I was a bad child
Lived by the code, "cry later, laugh now"
Merle is the truth I can make you a believer
Me on Buddy beats is like crack mixed with ether
Tryna enslave the fakers and deceivers
Every fuckin bird scream, "take me to your leader"
So tell the non-believers drink a cup of my semen
Look me dead in the eyes and tell me that ain't appeasing
Aye yo bear witness to this rare sickness this square's spitting
ya'll scared shitless from snares which impair visions
I swear **** would parish if our flares lit
This pair spits despair shit **** better beware bitch
I swear **** six prayers isn't preparing ya for this
perilous terror I'm tearing limbs to shreds with
This era is an error shit's embarrassing comparing kids
Who's careless to **** where shit isn't even fair listen
Ya minds blown like a cyclone repping Brightmoor
Hard as rhino's doper than a snorting white nose
I know, I know I'm ice cold, rap maestro
Divine flow, no one can see me **** ya eyes closed
Blowing up like a silo, tight as tightropes
My chicks a dime bro if ya chicks a 9 step aside hoe
Got high hopes my times close, while your careers idle
You'd have caught my wave on Tidal getting co-signed by your idols
I'ma psycho like mantis, hidden gem like Atlantis
No matter how you plan it I'll always have the advantage
Spit shit harder than granite, take a seat if ya'll can stand us
Me and Merle go back further than the hairline of Peyton Manning
Just imagine having lines spit hotter than raging dragons
Verbal assassins putting MC's in their caskets
More Action than Jackson tapping more tramps than Chaplin
Don't panic bastards relax it's still time to hop up on our wagon
Written by: Barrett Leverette, Merlin Milton