6 O'Clock News - Merkules, Chris Webby

I feel like maybe I’m losing my fucking mind

The rumor’s I’m on the rise and I’m using up all the

Getting shade from all these rappers who used to be in they prime

But truthfully they declined and they music ain’t good as mine

If it’s a movie, they’ve painted me as the villain

The craziest dude to kill it since Shady was with Xzibit

The same ones hating are begging me for some tickets

'Cause they girlfriend loves me so maybe she’ll let 'em hit it

I’m at the crib watching Menace II Society

Drinking Olde English 'cause I’m fed up with sobriety

The cops told my neighbors that they better keep they eye on me

I’m screaming bloody murder just to better my anxiety

I got a list of names of rappers who could get the face

disobey, I’m climbing through your chimney like it’s Christmas Day

Bullets ricochet, bouncing right off the windowpane

Just missed between your chin and face

I told you once that tryna fuck with me’s a big mistake

I’m laughing out loud at these rappers that I humiliate

I switch my plates and I’m driving across the interstate

With so many bodies inside the trunk but I can’t hit the breaks

Six o’clock news, this just in

Close your windows, lock your doors, there’s a stick-up kid

He’s on the loose, if you see him please call police

His name is Merkules, we need to get him off the streets

Six o’clock news, this just in

Close your windows, lock your doors, there’s a stick-up kid

He’s on the loose, if you see him please call police

His name is Merkules, we need to get him off the streets

And the cops coming for me too

Merk, hide this bag of blow, I’ll stuff the Xannys in my shoe

And don’t worry 'bout the Adderall, you know that I’m prescribed

And the weed?

Pfft, it’s 2021, we all high

But as far as this dead body that’s stinking up the rover?

Fuck, well, let’s just hope that they don’t pull us over

'Cause on top of that I got the AR with the extended mag

A Tec-9 and twin Beretta stuffed into that leather bag

In the trunk, and I ain’t registered to carry 'em

Let alone use 'em, shit we better bury 'em

we buried the body we, wait, where’s the shovel though?

You said you got it, didn’t you?

Damn it, Merk, I fucking know

I even wrote it down in my notes, how’d I forget it?

Forget it, we’ll just torch the whip, don’t even sweat it

Damn it, did I just run that fucking stop light?

Merk, please tell me those aren’t cop lights

Alright, new plan, load the firepower for me

If we going down then it’s gon' be in a blaze of glory

Hey, copper, I’m who you here to apprehend

But first, please say hello to my little friend

Six o’clock news, this just in

Close your windows, lock your doors, there’s a stick-up kid

He’s on the loose, if you see him please call police

His name is Webby, and we need to get him off the streets

Six o’clock news, this just in

Close your windows, lock your doors, there’s a stick-up kid

He’s on the loose, if you see him please call police

His name is Webby, and we need to get him off the streets