Macaulay Culkin C-Lance (Ft. Chris Webby & Merkules)

[Intro]
Jesus Christ, C-Lance
I told you, man
You can't let me out the loony bin like this
I feel like fucking murdering something
(C-Lance!) Let's go

[Verse 1: Merkules]
I'll rip your heart out just by reaching down your throat
Just so I can watch you try your best to breathe without a pulse (Woah)
Can't you see that I'm the G.O.A.T? Y'all ain't even coming close
Macaulay Caulkin in the loony bin, don't leave me home alone
I'm just seated on my throne and these fucking rappers are peasants
I'm coming after they heads with a rusty dagger, come get it
If someonе asks for a medic, I'll fucking stab them to death
Suffеring succotash, I'm Sylvester I'm running after you pheasants (Hahahaha)
Shoutout to C-Lance, we're like Eminem and Dre
And all these rappers are just roaches, someone better get the Raid
I'm the shit like some excrement that's left for several days
That's why the SWAT team's waiting when I exit off the stage (ooh)
A combination of lyricism and skills
So when you hear this, steal a car and then steer the whip off a hill (Skrr)
Ain't it clear by now? I can give zero shits with no chill
I'm fucking nuts like Sierra mix, arrogant's how I feel, bitch

[Chorus: Merkules]
Who the fuck let me out of the psych ward?
Who the fuck let me out the loony bin?
I turn into a monster soon as the mic on
You know I'm fucking crazy, let me do my thing
Better lock your doors and close your windows
'Cause Big Merk's on the loose again
He's running around waving a loaded pistol
And he's drunk off of juice and gin