Where's Your Head At? - Merky Ace

Blue Battlefield

Merky ACE

Dun know

Where’s your head at?

Where’s your head at?

Where’s your head at?

Where’s your head at?

Where’s your head at?

(Uh) Where’s your head at?

(Uh)

Where’s your head at?

(Uh) Where’s your head at?

(Uh)

Where’s your head at?

(Uh)

I’m Merky ACE, I took that, normal

Might pop chains in the west end, standard

You can’t go the places I go

Get left head in hand, I’ll snow

Or put your head in the sky, Dumbo

If you ain’t ready to die, don’t roll

Cause we’re as cold as ice, North Pole

My heart’s as cold as ice, South Pole

So, don’t cross that line

True say, it might be your last time

Game over, no extra lives

Head floating like balloon or kite

Looks gory, not the prettiest sight

You won’t know where’s left and where’s right

Permanent sleep, goodnight

Uh

I’ll take your head off your shoulders

You can be the skinny or the henchest dude

I’ll still have all of your bredrins screaming

I said necks leaking, get a real chiefing

If you try come for the dough I’m keeping

One wig shot, no need for repeating

My mandem specialise in beefing

Knock-knock, ding dong, trick, no treating

Open the door, get slapped for a greeting

Family Tree and Merky ACE

Not Boyzone and Ronan Keating

(TK will aim up the ting and blam)

But don’t think it’s Olympic skeeting

On point in play games, we’re cheating

You will be dead before you hear

Where’s your head at?

Where’s your head at?

Where’s your head at?

Where’s your head at?

Where’s your head at?

(Uh) Where’s your head at?

(Uh)

Where’s your head at?

(Uh) Where’s your head at?

(Uh)

Me have man take me for a speng?

It’s never that, I’d rather die first

It’s not a ting, Ego will ride

Have a man leaking, watch the blood drip

(T's got something that’ll rip out your spine)

But he let Ego mangle a ting

Family Tree, it’s not just a crew

So move wrong and get your clart bun

And no, I’ve never been scared

Cause I know I’ve got Satan on my side

Plus Shifman’s got him and he’s waste

Won’t ever catch us moving washed

I beat your girl and sent her to you

You was all up in the warm cooch

Warmed my cock and already done walked

And on top, she was giving me

Uh

I’ll take your head off your shoulders

Bring everyone, youngers and olders

Witnesses screaming as I fling boulders

Better stand back before you get clapped

Have no don to go home with

If you MC, you better pay tax

If you wanna use our slogans

Got a big strap, it will take out anyone

You can look like Hulk Hogan

Better stand back when I’m on the attack

Get left in the morgue all frozen

Please tell me why you’re wearing a vest

Your head’s the target I’ve chosen

Get left with your cranium open

While people stand there asking

Where’s your head at?

Where’s your head at?

Where’s your head at?

Where’s your head at?

Where’s your head at?

(Uh) Where’s your head at?

(Uh)

Where’s your head at?

(Uh) Where’s your head at?

(Uh)

Uh

I’ve been doing this ting from day

Big bad A-C-E raised up from the blue

Where the skies are grey and the real Gs spray

You can get wrapped if you’re holding weight

Don’t believe me?

Then ask your mate

Come a long way from holding an eight

Picking up food, moving like a crate

I par with the dargs but nuttin' like Nate

Bring some food, I will smash that plate

Holding grub?

I will crack that safe

It’s so not a ting for me to reach in

Pull out, cave in and attack that breh

Got no tool?

Then I’ll whack that breh

Cock back my right fist and smack that breh

Bet he didn’t think that I’ll act that way

Little did you know I’ve always been cold

Got a demon so I push metal in clothes

All the way in till it comes out skin

Got no heart for these useless roads

Man better know FT is bold

Don’t tell lies about where you shot

I said don’t tell lies about where you

Six bricks sold

You can get wrapped for your gleaming gold

Get clapped in the head with the meanest pole

While you’re wiping your shit with the cleanest roll

You can get slumped in the loo

Kick off the door, don’t care 'bout the smell of the poo

Main objective: duppying you

I’ll have your marjay screaming