Correction Paroles Macaulay Culkin par Merkules

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Jesus Christ, C-Man
I told you, man
You can't let me out the loony bin like this
I feel like f**king murdering something
(C-Lance!) Let's go

I'll rip your heart out just by reaching 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 coming close
Macaulay Caulkin in the loony bin, don't leave me home alone
I'm just seated on my throne and these f**king rappers are peasants
I'm coming after they heads with a rusty dagger, come get it
If someone asks for a mеdic, I'll f**king stab them to death
Suffering succotash, I'm Sylvеster I'm running after you pheasants (Hahahaha)
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 sh*t like some excrement that's left for several days
That's why the SWAT team's waiting when I exit off the stage (ooh)
A combination of lyricism and skills
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 sh*ts with no chill
I'm f**king nuts like Sierra mix, arrogant's how I feel, b*t*h

Who the f**k let me out of the psych ward?
Who the f**k let me out the loony bin?
I turn into a monster soon as the mic on
You know I'm f**king crazy, let me do my thing
Better lock your doors and close your windows
'Cause Big Merk's on the loose again
He's running around waving a loaded pistol
And he's drunk off of juice and gin
Breaking out the loony bin, Webby's on the loose (Yah)
Coming from the underground, let 'em see the roots
Got a gun under my pillow like a f**king baby tooth
Let a robber inside just so I can legally shoot
Writing while intoxicated like that letter Stan wrote
So any time they ask me if I give a damn, "No"
Making 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)
Dropping so much sh*t you think we chilling 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!)

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