Merkules - The Bottom Line lyrics

[Verse 1:Merkules] Let's be honest I'ma get right to the bottom line Raw design got 'em taking shots without the salt and lime On my grind watch me taking p**y rappers off the shrine Columbine ya'll as my sons that's why I call 'em mine All the time I'm Number One and ya'll still on the back burner Cash earner counting on my bread in front of Fatburger It's ma** murder when I'm holding the pen Life's a b**h so I left her home alone in my bed I'm that hard hitter bar spitter you can let the dogs out You must've took the wrong route You're f**ing with the 'Godz now Step off from the side of the ring You know you're getting knocked out I Started from the bottom without Drake I ain't a cop out You hear my name They mention He's on top While you sit in home waiting until Detox drops You ain't on the same sh** my clique be on, ock You're a Macklemore fan wearing neon socks, p**y [Verse 2:Apathy] Me and you you f**ing s**er we ain't the same You got a problem with me f*ggot, I dare you to say my name Little sad suburban whiteboy stories are all the same Probably O.D on pills and ‘caine like Corey Haim I'll evict the blood from your veins, I'm bashing your brains Slashing with twain, send your spirit through an astral plane Ap's insane, f** music s**er dared me to do it I'll slice a hole in your stomach and dive headfirst through it I'm saying homie, I'm Satan no counting the bones I'm breaking And I love beefing more than Merkules loves bacon More hooligans hold me down than Ghenghis Khan So bring it on, this ain't rap it's a Satanic singalong The theme music for Megatron, won't stop 'till your head is gone And snatch your gold like a captured Leprechaun I say what I do and I do what I say Rap 'till I was blue in the face and I blew 'em away [Verse 3:Celph Titled] I hold two guns across my chest to form an "X" Cause that's the universal symbol for war and d**h I host a cannibal cookout with arms, legs and ribs So bring Tupperware for leftovers for your moms and kids I'll cater your wedding with alligators and weapons Before you take your vows (BLAO) My sniper blazing the reverend I'm ahead of every time zone so when You thinking you had your rhyme sown My sh** came on and left your mind blown Yeah, I pray to God, I'm thankful for my bankroll Walk out the do' with everything I came for Move through the city with numerous goons They much more focused now But they the type to shoot up a school And leave numerous wounds Across your daughter's face if it's all the same I'm the son of Satan dumping bodies in toxic waste Marine trained a**a**ins, we'll hit and shoot you Throw you out the boat like a motherf**ing fishing blooper