As The World Turns ft. Scumbag Rick & Gen Lyrics

[Johnny Merk]

Ha! Yo! Yo!

With my Tims, I share dark stories, like The Blackening

Mark Dacascos, Double Dragon kick

Spotify streams, numbers high, like the lotto

I'm rolling with some blondes, more charms than Alyssa Milano

So chill, still drive, rink a dink or a Tahoe

Just to get inside some legs, need no Murcielago

They be merciful already, nothing on in her pics

Hungry for Johnny, like crazy for attention and shit

She like Cocaine Bear, when it come to the bricks

Scar faces like Brad Jordan, after the fix

Take you back to 03, in my summer school shit

My substitute was a, chubby old bitch

Got me in trouble, false claims, saying that I smacked the booty

I still wanna fight the fag, snitching yet he pulled a Ratatouille

I was airing Super Soakers, fore' lil Uzi

My class had Vitaras to drive, without Suzukis

I'm triple time, just the A.I., I'm Allen Iverson

Artificially intelligent, still drawing on them like Adobe Illustrator

Executive producer, a rapper's death like Brian Grazer

Put a clown in a fresh box, ask him, how are you?

With the malpractice, in the ICU

The super drugged out surgeon, stab, puncture with IVs

Have vampires drink your blood like HI-C

Pick somebody else to fuck around with, not me

Make your whole fam sweat, summer in tight jeans

A tight durag, tall wool, tube socks

Iron Fist been a problem, tell the city to keep watch

Turnpike, highway, interstate jammer

Keep shit stanky, like an old person pamper

My ACDC, hella volts when I'm amped up

Haters uncomfortable, the Trans Am, cramped up

Bite like mosquitos, when the drip got em' damped up

Diamonds, gold, everywhere, bitch I'm champed up

Turn your whole studio to a pod

Shit knocking, turn a Hollywood snob to a slob

As the world turns, I'm writing bars in a purge

So many plugs, niggas call me power surge

Frankincense in the air, it be mixed with the myrrh

Over Philly, bet you find more chains than Yung Berg

My hunger's like a discharged veteran

Roaming in a city full of hate, no benevolence

Having no insurance, suffer years, having gangrene

Can't afford food, eighth of water in a canteen

Selfish America, politicking parties

I'm happy that I went to school and never went to army

They say the army make you a man, more like puppet

Killing overseas, after wars

They like, fuck you!

[Scumbag Rick]

Sometimes I ask myself, why am I an asshole

Then remember, never put a hoe over the cash flow

You micro, I'm macro, the scumbag wacko

Wherever I go is where the bag go

Swear that shit follow me, haunting me like a fucking ghost

Let the money talk for me, cause I don't really like to boast

Motherfuckers did the most, then they got they outcome

I got no words, like that new Andre album

Power level 9000, Kendrick with high power

Supply flowers, rhymes like NY Sour

Told Johnny I'll be there in a hour

All I know is hustle and flow, Terrence Howard

As the world turns, events keep happening

We keep the rapping and the snapping

And we keep coming back again, cause rap is life

And it's life, and the afterlife

We scumming for what is ours, ain't asking nice!

Ah, fuck the army!

We got our own army

And we got tanks!

We got aircraft!

We got M16's!

We got grenades!

[Gen]

Boom, bam, pat, Batman

Scummed up baby, yeah

What's going on Scum? What up

What's going on Merk? What up

Niggas scratching they butts and sniffing they fingers man

Ew!!! Crazy shit

Talk to these niggas, man

It's cold out here man, come on man

Real cold

Took a while to cook it up

But I'm back baby, I'm not standing from the chair

Because I'm back, lazy, dumps of juice

People sounding kinda trash lately

Booty ass maybe, who can rap people

I maneuver the tracks crazy baby, I'm destined for greatness

The messages are playing through these nebulous statements

They hating, my ebony shaded skin

Enmeshing the flesh of the ancients, molded from God's hands

I emerged from the elements, naked

Wander the earth, in search of my purpose

But yo I'm still believing

King we eating, this is ZILLA season

For every rhyme, there's a reason

Ain't no time to be eating apple cores within the garden of Eden

They scheming, it's deeming, sitting on my shoulder

Y'all understand the visions that I'm scripting

When you getting a little older

People sell their souls, get their picture on a poster

While I take the scenic route, do that shit like I'm supposed to