Too Funny - Merkules

Yeah I came up from the bottom, I ain’t arose from the ashes

Now I’m on my throne with a glass 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

Figure it out, I’m the illest spitter without a doubt

I came to kill these limp kids for they clout

Gimmie it now, BOOM, BOW catch my 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 ya job

So fuck off and play my old shit and I’ll do what I want

I don’t only make music for you pissed of teens

So get lost please, I’ll knock you out ya ripped up jeans

This is real life, you ain’t seen the shit I’ve seen

I’ll fuck around and let a clip off and hit y’all geeks

I’m on a whole 'notha 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

I’ve been to myself

Homie, I don’t wanna talk

I don’t wanna fuck around and have to get involved

Cause at the end of the day, all these rappers are my kids

Bitin' on my old shit 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)

Fuck outta here!

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 the day

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, eatin' rapper like a pack full of timpats

I’m flabbergasted that you can’t' see 'em twisted

I laugh at these bitches that hit you with a glass that I’m sippin' from

If it’s beef I’m known to get up in that ass like animas post

Hahaha, holy shit, he can rap still

I’m fire, play this song at your crib and they will raise your gas bill

Your rap name Kardashian tities cause you’re not that real

I’m spazzing having tensions causing headache, I can’t chill

Quit staring at me, this shit is C-Lance fault

I’ve tried to quit and came back cause I had beat withdrawls

And then he popped through me 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

Embarrass 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 fuck anybody but us, my chest out like whaddup

A C-Lance sample, you need it, I’ll get you cut up

It’s Stompdown Killaz, all 2018

You can steal my style but you nothing like me

I’ve been to myself

Homie, I don’t wanna talk

I don’t wanna fuck around and have to get involved

Cause at the end of the day, all these rappers are my kids

Bitin' on my old shit 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)

Fuck outta here!