I feel like maybe I'm losing my fucking mind
The rumor's I'm on the rise and I'm using up all the signs
Getting shade from all these rappers who used to be in they prime
But truthfully they declined and they music ain't good as mine (facts)
If it's a movie, they've painted me as the villain
The craziest dude to kill it since Shady was with Xzibit
The same ones hating are begging me for some tickets
'Cause they girlfriend loves me so maybe she'll let 'em hit it (oops)
I'm at the crib watching Menace II Society
Drinking Olde English 'cause I'm fed up with sobriety
The cops told my neighbors that they better keep they eye on me
I'm screaming bloody murder just to better my anxiety
I got a list of names of rappers who could get the face
Disobey, I'm climbing through your chimney like it's Christmas Day
Bullets ricochet, bouncing right off the windowpane
Just missed the chic you with and split tissue between your chin and face (ouch)
I told you once that tryna fuck with me's a big mistake
I'm laughing out loud at these rappers that I humiliate (hahahaha)
I switch my plates and I'm driving across the interstate
With so many bodies inside the trunk but I can't hit the breaks
Six o'clock news, this just in
Close your windows, lock your doors, there's a stick-up kid
He's on the loose, if you see him please call police
His name is Merkules, we need to get him off the streets
Six o'clock news, this just in
Close your windows, lock your doors, there's a stick-up kid
He's on the loose, if you see him please call police
His name is Merkules, we need to get him off the streets
And the cops coming for me too
Merk, hide this bag of blow, I'll stuff the Xannys in my shoe
And don't worry 'bout the Adderall, you know that I'm prescribed
And the weed? Pfft shit, it's 2021, we all high
But as far as this dead body that's stinking up the rover?
Fuck, well, let's just hope that they don't pull us over
'Cause on top of that I got the AR with the extended mag
A Tec-9 and twin Beretta stuffed into that leather bag
In the trunk, and I ain't registered to carry 'em
Let alone use 'em, shit we better bury 'em
Where we buried the body we, wait, where's the shovel though?
You said you got it, didn't you? Damn it, Merk, I fucking know
I even wrote it down in my notes, how'd I forget it?
Forget it, we'll just torch the whip, don't even sweat it
Damn it, did I just run that fucking stop light?
Merk, please tell me those aren't cop lights
Alright, new plan, load the firepower for me
If we going down then it's gon' be in a blaze of glory
Hey, copper, I'm who you here to apprehend
But first, please say hello to my little friend
Six o'clock news, this just in
Close your windows, lock your doors, there's a stick-up kid
He's on the loose, if you see him please call police
His name is Webby, and we need to get him off the streets
Six o'clock news, this just in
Close your windows, lock your doors, there's a stick-up kid
He's on the loose, if you see him please call police
His name is Webby, and we need to get him off the streets
