Merkules - No Chances lyrics

Yah I dont even got a chance at all So pa** the ball, and fact that my raps is raw Tap your jaw, you act like a casting call Cats are soft, I'm strapped with a mask and claws Old school like capperdon or Wu-tang Yall still putting panties on, your crew lame You should call your click pampers dog you're poo stains You listening to Asheroth and 2 chains My bars barbaric, this sh** is too complex Get it in your system every written is a bomb threat My squad next, yea we been around the block I got your broad wet, I had to feed her full of co*k On top, dont stop, until the cops come knocking Every spot's on lock till the gods not talking All these odd balls rocking what I got Yall stop it, I don't need a senorita now that the Guap's all profit I'm good Yeah I'm looking like a young Chris Farley My team come through, crush brews and get gnarly That's why they loving the can he spit godly My fans want me running for Pres, Mitt Romney I'm sick of having to answer the same questions Half of these fake feminists are rapping to make relish I got bars, no style, no having to pay fellas I tell em how I see it the last of the great legends I've been all around the cheese like a pizza baker I still write out each verse on a piece of paper My squad got more people than in the streets of Asia And when its finish all these b**hes gonna need some make up Its bout time you f** boys got to meet your maker I never freeze up anytime I see a hater Im putting pussies to work I know they need the labor This sh** is over adios I'll have to see you later