Red, Bloody Shuriken (feat. OO-The Story & Cam Punches)

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Johnny Merk

Johnny Merk is a contemporary musical artist known for his unique blend of genres, including hip-hop, R&B, and alternative pop. His music often incorporates introspective lyrics and catchy melodies. Johnny Merk has gained a dedicated following for his captivating performances and thought-provoking songwriting. He continues to evolve his sound, pushing boundaries and creating music that resonates with listeners. more »

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I don't wanna say that I'm cold
I was there when niggas never was home
Remember days it was pride, I used to do shit when I said that I tried
Now I'm tryna be somebody in a different disguise
Look, we play when we close, then life ain't going home

The situations we pray in, niggas left me alone
I did whatever I could do, sat back and think to my dome
Felt like I was struggling, my brother said
I'm alone, I'm taking this walk
I can't ever say I'm taking this true

Lost my mind, still don't know what to do
And even though that I was sick, I used to think was the flu
But now they telling me you sick of all this love shit, so what should I do
Look, now we slide, we die, cause you die, so you die
Cause I can think and say I hope that you die, bitch I tried

I'm a different nigga, know I'm that guy
And they was telling me to chill, niggas I made with the sides, uh
Opened up everything, a tragedy, this happened to me
When young niggas talking, it wasn't happening
I grew up the deep and gave up everything, live happily

Think about the shit after niggas, pray God that you live happily
And I ain't taking bids, I'm proud of your ?
Double-O, the story, but I've been doing shit, it's all for the dome
Pray to God that you can't leave me alone
Sorry if I wasn't here, but don't be dialing me

You calling my phone, heard?
Uh, look, and I'm a soul that let you pray and hope that life will let it through
Don't never be in love to tell the world it's what you doing
Just pray that you hard, look, just pray that you God

You giving everything to pray to your God
Then ask your reason why you asking me why
Need a situation while these young niggas carrying the world and they died
It's like the nigga, but you know I'm the guy, yeah
Bitch you know I'm the guy, I've been chilling, but you know I'm the guy

You know you the God
And ask me what I did, what I'm rising
Ask the reason why it's all in my mind
And I try to guide, and I try, and I try
Bitch you know I'm the guy, and I try, and I try

Murder, murder, kill, kill, kill
Back with the sharpest steel
Leaving blood everywhere, f*ck around, slaughterhouse a state fair
All my dangerous rhymes, killin' pussies like shurikens
Dangerous rhymes, killin' 12 like shurikens
Dangerous rhymes, killin' bitches like shurikens
Ya bitch ass never come into my hood again

I'm in the zone like, i'm fucking finished
They try to cripple Johnny, but I'm so aparalytic
I breeze through deep cuts of laceration
Shawty masturbate, the joystick from PlayStation
I f*ck the game up, put heads to bed
Leave the whole murder scene like House of the Dead

I'm a dangerous weapon, if you throw me like a frisbee
I gawk eyes like Hawkeye, Red shurikens, split meat
Package what's left, Oscar Mayer, Hillshire Farm
Bitch I'm back, sauced up for the chicken like parmigiana

I've been a problem since the service, was the Vonage
Yall after zero-zero, I'm after twenty-commas
Red 80's bomber, "Ninjah Star" on the back
Not with the WorldStar, kill a fucker if I black

Ya'll Space Jam 2, I'm like Mars Attacks
These bars puncture nodes and lock the cardiac

Murder, murder, kill, kill, kill
Back with the sharpest steel
Leaving blood everywhere, f*ck around, slaughterhouse a state fair
All my dangerous rhymes, killin' pussies like shurikens
Dangerous rhymes, killin' 12 like shurikens
Dangerous rhymes, killin' bitches like shurikens
Ya bitch ass never come into my hood again

Slip out the box in the flow stage thriller
Eastside certified kitty cat killer
Slick quick blades, hit the flesh when I spill ya
Run back this rack till that shit sounds familiar
NSS in the cut with the side blades
Sniffin' up dust, f*ck a bitch sideways

Creepin' up in the cut, hit the highways
Count twenty racks, flippin' off MySpace
Scumbag suicide bitch, I'm a tyrant
Hold down the block when the streets get violent

Automatic on my waist, no silence
Always on site like I sliced up my eyelids
But the flow stayed, move to Alicante
Bump three six, mafia sippin' Bombay

Bitch I'm goin' bananas like I'm Harambe
Drop out, sniff coke, f*ck what your mom say

Murder, murder, kill, kill, kill
Back with the sharpest steel
Leaving blood everywhere, f*ck around, slaughterhouse a state fair
All my dangerous rhymes, killin' pussies like shurikens
Dangerous rhymes, killin' 12 like shurikens
Dangerous rhymes, killin' bitches like shurikens
Ya bitch ass never come into my hood again

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