Macaulay Culkin

[Intro]

Jesus Christ, C-Lance, I told you, man

You can't let me out the loony bin like this

I feel like fuckin' murderin' somethin', grrr (C-Lance)

Let's go

[Verse 1: Merkules]

I'll rip your heart out just by reachin' down your throat

Just so I can watch you try your best to breathe without a pulse (Woah)

Can't you see that I'm the G.O.A.T? Y'all ain't even comin' close

Macaulay Caulkin in the loony bin, don't leave me home alone

I'm just seated on my throne and these fuckin' rappers are peasants

I'm comin' after they heads with a rusty dagger, come get it

If someonе asks for a medic, I'll fuckin' stab 'em to death

Suffеring succotash

I'm Sylvester, I'm runnin' after you pheasants (Hahaha)

Shoutout to C-Lance, we're like Eminem and Dre

And all these rappers are just roaches, someone better get the Raid

I'm the shit like some excrement that's left for several days

That's why the SWAT team's waitin' when I exit off the stage (Ooh)

A combination of lyricism and skill

So when you hear this, steal a car and then steer the whip off a hill (Skrr)

Ain't it clear by now? I can give zero shits with no chill

I'm fuckin' nuts like Sierra mix, arrogant's how I feel, bitch

[Chorus: Merkules]

Who the fuck let me out of the psych ward?

Who the fuck let me out the loony bin?

I turn into a monster soon as the mic on

You know I'm fuckin' crazy, let me do my thing

Better lock your doors and close your windows

'Cause Big Merk's on the loose again

He's runnin' around wavin' a loaded pistol

And he's drunk off of juice and Gin

[Verse 2: Chris Webby]

Breakin' out the loony bin, Webby's on the loose (Yah)

Comin' from the underground, let 'em see the roots

Got a gun under my pillow like a fuckin' baby tooth

Let a robber inside just so I could legally shoot

Writin' while intoxicated like that letter Stan wrote

So any time they ask me if I give a damn, "No"

Makin' fun of trans folks as if it's not the year 2021 when nobody can take a damn joke (Relax)

Playing Russian Roulette with a sawed-off

C-Lance on the beat, so I had to bring the raw thoughts (Raw)

Droppin' so much shit, you'd think we chillin' at the dog park

Stepping to me? Y'all like an ant to an aardvark

Arthur with his fist balled up ready to swing (Swing)

Sock 'em in the lip just to make 'em kiss the ring

Throw another couple punches just to really make it sting

Y'all ain't ready for the fire that I bring (Webby)

[Chorus: Merkules & Chris Webby]

Who the fuck let me out of the psych ward?

Who the fuck let me out the loony bin?

I turn into a monster soon as the mic on

You know I'm fuckin' crazy, let me do my thing

Better lock your doors and close your windows

'Cause Big Webby's on the loose again

He's runnin' around wavin' a loaded pistol

And he's drunk off of juice and Gin

[Outro: Merkules]

I'm losin' my mind

I'm losin' my mind

I'm losin' my mind

I lost my mind