Microphone Killa II - Chris Webby, Merkules

Yeah

Webby

Big Merk in the fucking building

I am the mic the microphone killa

I said I am the mic the microphone killa

Yeah

We the Canadian Connecticut connection

Ridin dirty as Chamillionaire since my conception

Pocket full of weed while I was sitting in detention

And sold it to my teachers cause they knew I had discretion

That’s why they let me slide when I just couldn’t pay attention

And gave me a C- when my score was 37

Always battled anxiety and depression

But when that beat’s on it’s like divine intervention

Murder snap crackle and pop Ima have for lunch

Choking Count Chocula while I’m stabbing Captain Crunch

Leaving Toucan Sam slumped when I blast the pump

Switching to the buckshot for that silly rabbit chump

Smack the Smacks frog literally

With Raid spray for that Honey Nut Cheerio Bee

Shoot the stripes off of Tony when I’m gripping the trigger

Do you get it now?

I’m a fucking cereal killer

I’m the main course, y’all the fucking ketchup and mustard

War with me?

I’ll leave you looking like you’re General Custer

I’m sticking up the bank leaving federals flustered

I’ve been fed amphetamines since I was 7 been buzzing but

Pharmaceutically

Since I hit puberty

Chemically imbalanced since jump bitch Google me

Usually

Find me in the booth physically abusing brutally

Microphone killa this a eulogy

(Pop, pop, pop)

We gon' line 'em up

Knock 'em down

Show up in your side of town

Hear the trunk rattle from the subs when we ride around

Ride around, show up in your side of town

Line 'em up

Knock 'em down

Motherfucka you all know that

I am the mic the microphone killa

Yeah, I am the mic the microphone killa

Yeah

Pull out the strap and put dots on you like dalmatians

Causing earthquakes in the studio feel the ground shaking

I drop bombs like I’m going to war with Al-Qaeda

Fuck Hollywood the whole industry is ran by child rapists

I grab the mic and fucking break it in two

As an example of what happens if you play with my crew

I’m fucking snapping on these rappers bitch I’m straight up the truth

Oh you would think I got evicted the way I’m making these moves

I’m going exorcist on the entire freshman list, they shook

Make they lines disappear, that’s an Etch-a-Sketch

Now voted off the island, hold your sign up saying SOS

Go tell 'em all that they can suck my dick so nothing’s left unsaid

I’m fucking furious, get lost

Tell ya chick to get the hint the bitch is curious like George

I am goat level, yup

I’m superior to y’all

Something serious, y’all don’t know who you’re dealing with on God

Now I might ignite the kerosene

I’m Iron Mike training for the title fight beware of me

I don’t like the fact you pussies share the same air I breathe

A crazy ass Canadian and a cold blooded Cherokee

We gon' line 'em up

Knock 'em down

Show up in your side of town

Hear the trunk rattle from the subs when we ride around

Ride around, show up in your side of town

Line 'em up

Knock 'em down

Motherfucka you all know that

I am the mic the microphone killa

Yeah, I am the mic the microphone killa

Yeah