Microphone Killa

(Verse 1: Chris Webby)

Quick to the draw like an animator

Laying down tapes like I'm Hannah Baker

Microphone assassinator, rolling in a navigator

They just cannot load the data

Baby, now they know I made it

(Baby, now they know I made it)

Better get ready to bust, Merk you ready or what

I'm lighting the medical, giving the heady a puff

Nobody heavy as us, venomous touch

Got 'em all bellying up, better give up

Turning your city from metal to dust [click boom]

Make tombs for my adversaries

Make room or I'll have 'em buried

I'm cutting through all your capillaries

Give me, give me, all the God damn loot

With the trees on deck, baby I am Groot

So please, give me some more space to breathe

They saying things about me but the thing about me

Is I never care what all these motherfuckers think about me

Young and OG, spitting my game since ‘03

Feel a cold breeze whenever I speak to you

Speak the truth, living proof, I can reach the youth

And move a mountain, you? You just move around it

Try to climb it but the climate got your movements clouded

See the room is crowded when I pack the show

All black bumblebee, pull up at the door

Murdered out, when I’m burning out

Tryna get that money in absurd amounts

I'ma need a third account

I’m the one you heard about, listen

Campaign mode like a poli-tician

Never laid low 'cause I got a, vision

And I gotta bring that bitch into fruition

Got 'em wishing I would stop

But I never slow down like I’m running from the cops

Put some money in the pot

Got the pocket aces and I’ll take it no debating

Give me everything you got

'Cause I am the mic, the microphone killa

I grip the mic, like Mike, I’m all thriller

Looking for a bigger dinner

Got the world up on my finger-tip like a fidget spinner

Bitches, because you know that I’m the

(Chorus: Chris Webby)

I am the mic, the microphone killa

I am the one with the golden gun

I am the light, recite with no filla

Don’t step to the best and expect respect

I’m on deck so it’s best to protect your neck because

I am the mic, the microphone killa

I am the mic, the microphone killa

I am the mic, the microphone killa

I am the mic, the mic, the mic, the mic, the

The microphone killa

(Verse 2: Merkules)

I’m the microphone killa with a gun on my waist

Fuck out my face, drink tequila out the jug with no chase

And runnin' with apes, gorillas, fuck the love, it’s just hate

Snatchin' crumbs off your plate and ask if you got something to say, I doubt it

I’m feelin' violent, I’ve been a tyrant since Pokemon

My potion’s strong, I’m the OG like Obi-Wan

I’m going hard like a virgin’s first booty call

Every verse will give them pins and needles like a voodoo doll

Now every single rapper Big Merk is taking doo doo’s on

See me in a camo balaclava when the news come on

Shout out Webby, we the youngest with the juice

I got an army right behind me, we are hundred, strong salute, yeah

These bitches salty, they feelin' froggy, well get up off me

What’s in the coffee? I fold em up like I did the laundry

I’m Kurt Cobain, with a hint of Ozzy, my shit is hauntin'

I kill 'em softly, I’m ice-cold like I went tobogganin'

Nevertheless I never fall off once

I’m Air Jordan in his prime and y’all the Walmart Chucks

My fan base will keep growing like Paul Blart’s gut

One bar in the booth will get these Pop-Tarts stuck

I’m sayin', these ignoramuses think I’m famous, the shit is dated

I’m sippin' Jameson thinking about which whip to blaze in

I feel the hate it’s just motivation to get me paid with

So if they say they don’t like me that means I fit the A-list

Hey bitch, why you mad at the kid? I’ve had it with this

You think you dope, but I’m actually sick

Hackin' this shit, back in the mix, gargantuan shit

You think you slick, you get slapped with a dick, no question

Everybody wants to head off Merk

It’s R.I.P Prodigy, I’m bringin' hell on Earth

We the truth, we the ones that you should bet on first

Yo Webby, this shit’s like a 110 bar verse, let’s get it

It’s probably 'cause I’ve never wrote my shit in double time

Which means that now I have to go and add in just a couple lines

Fuck it’s fine, we the illest right now

CT to Canada like how you feeling right now

(Chorus: Chris Webby)

I am the mic, the microphone killa

I am the one with the golden gun

I am the light, recite with no filla

Don’t step to the best and expect respect

I’m on deck so it’s best to protect your neck because

I am the mic, the microphone killa

I am the mic, the microphone killa

I am the mic, the microphone killa

I am the mic, the mic, the mic, the mic, the

The microphone killa