Blackout Cryptic Wisdom (Ft. Merkules)

[Intro - Merkules]
It's the headbang shit
It's the headbang shit
Blackout

[Verse 1 - Merkules]
Everybody get ready, it's time for lift off
Spit raw, and I black out when I get pissed off
I'm too sick, you're a fucking hypochondriac
I roll up in a Pontiac and put 'em in a cardiac
You lolly-gag 'cause the only thing you've got is swag
I don't give a fuck about a hipster with a Prada bag
And just the thought of it, I get so mad
I black out and start swinging 'til I break both hands
I straight go ham, all you ever do is write styles
I'm quite wild, I spit four bars they like 'Wow, it's lights out'
I'll murder everything you write down, like right now
Like right now I'll bite of your ear, I'm Ty Fowler

[Chorus - Cryptic Wisdom & Merkules]
And those who know me know I'm not the one
To go against the road I never run
I'm 'bout to black out
You don't want to fuck with the kid
I'm 'bout to black out
Let me know I've got it to get
I'm 'bout to black out
And nobody will hear you shout
I'm 'bout to black out
I'm 'bout to black out