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grime scene undertaker - merky ace lyrics

[chorus]
tell me, who’s gonna save ya
when i come and do man a favour?
send man straight to his maker
grime scene undertaker
i ain’t tryna let man ride
i’d rather spend thirty years inside
that boy failed but because he tried
i’d rather die than let that slide
tell me, who’s gonna save ya
when i come and do man a favour?
send man straight to his maker
grime scene undertaker
i ain’t tryna let man ride
i’d rather spend thirty years inside
that boy failed but because he tried
i’d rather die than let that slide

[verse 1]
i was the youngest, plus i was lightskinned
looked like a sweet boy, but i was frightening
then if you didn’t know me, you would’ve tried hyping
till you heard thunder and you felt lightning
k!ll an enemy, best hope i don’t sight him
wanna talk sh-t cuh no one likes him
this ain’t a game, no power up items
one headshot and you’re done
can’t keep g-ssing ’bout wealth and guns
dem tings dere will get you bun
i’m a god in the blue just like poseidon
only difference is i run from the trident
anybody wanna chat sh-t about tree
then you’ll have to deal with me
i’ve got that tattooed on my right forearm
so know you won’t escape punishment like lee

[verse 2]
don’t try say you’ve got a stick, that’s a bore
i pressed trigger once but he held four
cost me and tk two and a half
but it will cost you about four
come with your ps, get robbed, want more?
shut your mouth, blud, lay on the floor
what you come with your driver’s license for?
you’re an amateur, now i know where’s your front door
any greaze chat, turn up about four
when you finally get home at eight
catch your little sister with d-ck in her jaw
crumbs on the side from the food i just ate
sweeted up your mum, gave her a free draw
she opened the door cause she thinks i’m your mate
like mother, like daughter: stupid wh0r-
she’s not on point, you should slap her face

[verse 3]
you don’t know me, i ain’t merky
that’s just an adjective of the ace
so many guys are talking greaze
but it ain’t matching the murder rate
i ain’t lying, i’ve got blood on my hands
i get bad dreams, but i ain’t prang
i saw a little pr-ck that i pinched that night
i turned my head to the side like “d-mn
is that you, man?”
then i went back to bed
i don’t get scared, i ain’t no p-ssy
i know for a fact that pr-ck is dead
won’t see me wake up in cold sweats
acting paranoid, gasping for breath
nah, g, i just take three buds from the z
build it up, then forget
par me, famalam? i won’t forget
might wait three years, then cause death
headshot man in his whip in march
gone till november like wyclef
every time i write a new bar, it’s effed
more effed than the last one that i just read
got content bars for the deepest tunes
and reload ones for the guys on deck
might be one like “yo
i’m badder than them, i know
mik made up ergh
now everybody wants his flow
if you’re not in tree, let it go
’cause i’ll make the ting go bo
i can flow fast, lick a n-gga with a crowbar
but more time, man ah spit slow

[outro]
coffin carrier
ergh

- merky ace lyrics

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