Merky ACE - Ninja 3Style lyrics

I am the Headtop Turner, peng cro burner
Shooter like Berba, legend like Flirta
Merky, I'm original like Werther
ACE, yes, I'm a first-time server
Always in beef like burger
Old school like Firmer
House and flat searcher
Don't get it twisted 'cause I look sweet
I will done with the 45 and cause murder
I will done with the 45 and cause murder
Got big guns you ain't seen or heard of
Don't come near me, 'cause I might hurt ya
You man are snitches, pointing like cursor
I'll wheel the ting like DJ murker
Come here hyping to me?
Don't get it twisted, fam, I will burst ya
I will turn this place into Gaza
Hold it down, blood, I'm the master
Before your body drops just like pastor
No, you won't need a plaster
Get clapped in your dome, no getting up after


Boom, aim for the head like master
Clap, leave your son with no father harder
Merky's already done left man parred up
Left in a wheelchair, curl up, scar up
Ergh, that's the sound of the farda
Ergh, can you say that, bruv? Nada
You weren't there when Prank took Tara
ACE got two eagles like Lara
And I keep them lowkey like Zara
Ergh, ergh, ergh, ergh
No long ting, dun your dance like parents
I can't jam it once but I ain't got patience
Hype talk? You better stop like stations
Ergh, now you're an NHS patient
Pick up a half of the stone like Leyton
Then cop a big boy stick, it's blatant
I'm coming to your ward and
Your life's getting taken boom
Shotgun shell leave your face all open
Headtop left all cracked and smoking
Headtop Turner, I weren't joking
Ergh, get my two hands and choke him
Ergh, get my sharp shank and poke him
And don't ever think Merky ACE is washed
Or you might end up in a river floating
I don't think you're on that
I've got metal arms nuttin' like Kombat
Move in the dark like a wombat
Young Shadez is fucked in the brain
If you fuck with the team
We'll push your whole head back
Don't ever think Merky ACE is washed
I can't count how many times I've said that
Niggas move blind like say they're a cave bat
Keep doubting my face and age
I'll leave your whole head splat
You don't hold straps, can't firm kick back
Till you get kicked back
So it's best you kick back
Run up in your girl's flat
Chick slapped, pay a fee and he'll dig that
Uncle hooked up his neph with a big strap
No doubt Merky will burst that
If it's war, like CO, I'll hearse that
Clap him hard, that way he can't burst back
Wrap him fast, rudeboy, we knee clap
Take that baseball bat where his knees at
Take that SMG where his mum's at
Take that pump-action where his boys at
That way, no pussyhole can shoot back
Where's the loot at?
And I don't wanna see no yellow newspaper
Can't stay, soon I'll be gone like later
Hear sirens and I'll turn vacator
Yes, I graft merky, real name's Aisa
I'll take your wife but I ain't no dater
Only time I wore a suit
When Grandma died, I'll see you soon
Rest in peace, I'll join you later
Didn't go prom, no, I ain't no dancer
Give me the chance and I'll be the chancer
Ask me a question, you'll get shot down
You could say that's a physical answer
Yeah, TK's on that
You ain't Ja Rule, you can't clap back
Like I said at the start of the bar
You best kick back, 'llow the shit chat
We need some more guns in here
Where's the clips at?
Ego's supplying the heat like a thermostat
Tek off his thermos hat
Make that line go flat
Hold it down, don't talk cowpat
E-G-O is wild with the strap
He'll take your food but he ain't no cat