Letra de 100 Bars for Breakfast - Merkules

Yeah

Raps butterbean, baby

A hundred bars, for breakfast too

And this only the appetizer

Wait 'til you see the fucking dessert, man

Yo

They say I'm something like a creep in disguise

A Canadian thoroughbred, throw some cheese on the fries

With some gravy, and then maybe you can see the routine

These bitch rappers getting served like a pound of poutine

I'm out in the V, demolish 'em for doubting my dreams

How could it be? I turn a hater's whole house to debris

Ugh, I grab a pen and realign the design

And really that was just so you could see my mind when I rhyme

Aside from the crime, my city's getting rowdy with time

How could I lie? This is the everyday mountain I climb

Yo the struggle's uphill, and we running one drill

On the come-up some still use a gun to cut deals

This is nothing but skill, motherfukers can't chill

Cause the hunger is real, making money off meals

And I hate it, play it, society's so makeshift

Annihilate the basics, I'm trying to make some changes

If I could make 'em hate this, then I don't need to say shit

I'm boxing-in their faces for talking shit so tasteless

Yo, they say I'm back like I never left

Rap mixed with Megadeth, mask and a bayonet

I do it big though, really I'm large

A fat motherfucker gut about as big as my arms

I'm living on Mars, I'm feeling it with Phillies cigars

Dealing my cards, so persistent when I'm spitting my bars, uuh

I'm sick of being that dude taken for granted

My dues paid in establishing troops making them panic

I choose to keep it cool as a tool I use to manage

These fools that break the rules get boo'ed until they vanish

I'm cold-hearted, rough around the edges

Talking top 5, then I'm someone you should mention

Spit the type of raw shit some might get upset with

I did it on my own, now I'm cutting-up the guest list

This right here's the return of the mac

Burning a match and turning all your furniture black

Merk is on crack, I certainly been murdering tracks

Curtains get slashed, I work it like I served in Iraq

They only care about the buzz that you generate

And never seem to notice if you're fucked in a mental-state

Well here's my nuts you can come get a better taste

Run from the heavyweights, cause cunts I will penetrate

I'm a retarded kamikaze with a deathwish

It's got me doing oxycontin, often it's a headtrip

It's probable I've honestly been bodying your best shit

A bottle full of lager and I'm off to see my next bitch

Yeah, I'm like a chemist in the lab

An unleashed beast when my pen is to the pad

I'm never getting mad over stereotypes

But I'll break your fucking spine if you stare at me twice

Look, don't be mistaken, I need a break and I'm eating bacon

A demon waiting to meet with Satan, I see him faking

A sharpshooter shooting shots at the government

Water in a pot so hot that it's bubblin'

Came-up from nothing, we on top so we rub it in

G-Shock watch and I bought me some butter Tims'

I got a couple friends now that I still know

My sound's getting ill so they hound me to chill though

But they ain't ever come around when my bills low

Which leads me to think y'all ain't down with me still, so

I move on from it, accomplishing the same goals

Case closed: I make dough, you getting bank loans

Enjoy the scenery, they're feeding me a bunch of dirt

I do it easily, they're bleeding me for what it's worth

So don't get caught up in the flurry of the war-zone

Half these motherfuckers too worried 'bout their wardrobe

Now I'mma bring it back quick like a boomerang

Got your chick seated on my dick watching Pootie Tang

Yeah we doing things, you are just a username

From the West to the East, where all the Newfies hang

I never sleep cause this planet isn't safe

My doc told me that insanity's the case

So you would probably panic if I had you in my place

My flow cause static, damage half the human race

I'm a night-walker, and I'm scared of the sunshine

I write it proper; pussy, you'll get buried in punchlines

My flow's hotter than a sauna at a hundred-fifty

So come and get me, you sissies ain't really fucking with me

You need to cut the shit, drop the mic and cut your wrists

Your chick is like the Snufalufagus of sucking dick

Fuck is this? I think he's going insane

Holes in my brain, and I don't even know my own name

We some raw spitters, the squad with us, you all glitter

Bar killers and broad getters, you dog's bitter

Yeah, one shot'll leave your helmet cracked

This some real shit, and I done been from here to hell and back

I'm number one and I don't need a ho to tell me that

A young Biggie, you're annoying like Rebecca Black

You little kiddies do nothing but complain

I'm sick, leave your slut's butt covered in cum stains

I'm mundane, but I make it pop like a gun range

I'm done playing, see me on the run for some chump change

You should know that you don't wanna try to challenge 'er

These rappers are more make-believe than a Mayan calender

I got a higher stamina for flying by these amateurs

Yeah I'm the guy from Canada so how can I be mad at 'cha?

Stompdown Killa gorillas, we on the map bruh

These other cats running track tryna catch up

Young Merkules certainly come to murder beats

No courtesy, he perfectly earnestly do it purposely

Buggin' nervously, lurk the street, there's no adversity

Sure to eat if you're versing me, merk MC's in the third-degree

BANG!

Yeah

It's the kid Merkules

Bacon over bitches

Stompdown Killas

Van-city, what up

Van-city, what up

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