[Verse 1] Apathy:
I've been fresh never lettin' the pen rest
My words hold more weight than the Hulk could bench press
Wolverine healing, hacking at men's flesh
I'm riding horseback in a war rocking a headdress
There's Blackfoot in my blood you'll get bludgeoned
And left with the buzzards in mud with flies buzzing
Y'all don't want nothing you bugging I'm like a cold war Russian
With his finger on a nuclear bu*ton
Dirtier than a dungeon I'm bu*tf**ing a munchkin
I'm a problem with production, no discussion, I'm disgusting
Paralyzing on percussion y'all cussing cuz Ap's coming
On a s*utty track cumming that's very unbecoming
Cutting up your guts and your blood and I'll start summoning
A demon out the depths where the sulfur and lava bubbling
Humbling you humans like Zeus with clouds thundering
Hovering over blocks y'all are hustling and I'm studying
People like an alien scientist overcome you with violence
As long as I exist I rule with an iron fist
So f** the small talk take you on a long walk
Out in a field and crucify you on a cornstalk
[Verse 2] Suave Ski:
Pile on the bodies stretched out like Pilates
Stressed out grab the shotty, get iced by the Gottis
I'm connected with the most reckless don't disrespect this
Get toasted like Texas and hang you by your necklace
Yes this is the violent truth the wild in youth
Creating H-bombs inside of the booth
Lyrically drilling 'em, k**ing 'em, such a resilient villain
Filling 'em with a million shots ready or not
I'm like ISIS on the border or ebola in your water
This the New World Order cutting your lifespan shorter
I'm sort of a rebel yeah I sold my soul to the Devil
At the temple and now I took it to a whole nother' level
Spittin' liquid metal, you don't wanna beef with the kid
I summon zombies out the ground and start eating ya ribs
And if you wanna fight fair we can meet where you live
I separate all of your body parts and feed em' to pigs
[Verse 3] Merkules:
Your faulty pistols ain't got nothing when I'm launching missiles
These bombs will hit you to confidante when you got an issue
The Glock will split you, you're not official, I'm non-gristle
Your squad will miss you softer than when your momma kiss you
So talking down I get you folded like a laundromat
Show up at your culdesac they know that I'm the boss of that
I plan to profit, catastrophic every time I handle topics
The cash they market is garbage I'm going after targets
f**ing heartless sparring with all my inner demons
I'm Santa Claus with an atom bomb and it's Christmas evening
I pull my dick out swinging and now your chick is fiending
She knows that Merk will make her squirt until it hits the ceiling
So gimme reason you'll be sure to get your jaw broken
My bars doper than raw coke in a straw snort it
I'm not joking your squad nod off a small dosage
And I can sense it like cop dogs when the jar open
Merk...