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yeah, it's the kid merkules, bacon over bitches, it's 3 am, smokin' on all different kinds of kush right now, shout outs to the lil' homies, yo, man, the time flies fast and it's hard to believe, got a regime full of felons with a heart on their sleeve, part of me please it's a breeze, you're retarded it seems, on the mission for commission, listen love it or leave, roar on the street with a bum strap drunk as can be, fuckin' with me is a death wish, something to see, and i've done pay my dues, duke, nothin' is free, comin' clean up to scene when i'm dumpin' the heat, pooowww, cocksucker, i don't play no games and i could never figure out how i stayed so sane, i was searchin' for revenge 'till the bankroll came, now i owe to my team, i don't say no names, ah, listen pimpin' you spittin' that hard garbage, makes we wonder why the fuck you even got started?, i'm toe taggin' these broke faggots, i'm back, buddy, this is real life rap, no cash, muddy, i've been up all night, been asleep all day, got my mind on the grind and i need to get paid, i'm flat broke and it's harder than it seems, i'm out here trynna make a dollar out a dream, son, i meant it when i said that i'm flat broke, can't cope, offer me a drag on your lasts spokes, slap folks, see me in the suit with the black gloves, fat joke and i don't give a fuck 'cause i rap dope, i don't need nothin' but my word and mah balls, you mad 'cause your bitch ever heard of me, dawg, merkin' a fraud, you would snitch even attorney of law, hella pissed off, has been and shooker the squad, ah, the tell me maybe i should watch my words, walk the burbs in suspenders like an awkward nerd
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Artist: merkules