100 Bars for Breakfast

[Intro: 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 [Verse 1: Merkules] 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! [Outro: Merkules] Yeah It's the kid Merkules Bacon over bitches Stompdown Killas Van-city, what up Van-city, what up