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I'm handlin' you
These wounded ass niggas, I rap around 'em
I'm bandages and
Crooked trap clowns, this rap circus surrounds 'em
But I'm havin' a
Fuckin' with the rap game, and the game
I'm managin' my
Man these rappers out here reachin', arms are too short
Take the boxing off, hand 'em to the gods
Slaughterhouse, we the military in bitch
every Tom, Dick and Harry in this bitch, yeah
Fuck apology, I'ma be on astrology shit
March into war like Aries in this bitch,
You call it light work, nigga is my life's work
I turn and beat up a beat like I'm writin' Ike's verse
Toe taggin' mothafucka, I don't think Joe Jackson
And Buster Douglas ever do a mic worse
I'm tryna murder the
I'm tryna the microphone
If you are what you eat, how come I'm not
That was part uno, is part two though

This the difference between y'all niggas and rap
The competition fell back, ask
How did I use to drink
I tell 'em off the top of my head a gallon, kinda like Pharrell's hat
But all jokes like I ordered fries
I'm liable to store corpse in the closet, I'm organized
police was interrogatin', I was livin' the story of my life
And Morgan was narratin'
(Say it again) I'm 5'9", not an taller
'Fore all of the jewelry, I've been
Before was hypebeasts, my niggas was bike thiefs
You let it out your and they take it to sight see
shit, another nigga gotta die today
My bitch gone (why) we ever goin' out on dates
(Why) we ain't out of state
all the time, all she do was holler
We ain't like a Pagan
Rappers will, be ill
Know they die for deals
I take the word "lyrical" and flip it
And says "laciryl"
And that's exactly how I feel, to Guru
I got the mass
I'm murder the microphone
I'm tryna the microphone
I'll give up drinkin' when she give her up
(That was part uno, is part two though)

Oh you don't, let me learn yah
I body the beat and watch it skip, call it
The of anyone who ain't heard of
The gang that don't tweet simultaneous for the of the sermon
(House what up!)
Other groups mergers
We 'em from a distance, takin' it further
Drama be all yours, why you want a war for?
You go at uno, mothafucka, that's a draw 4
We started out as just a feature on a Joe
Fuck around now, you on the soon as Joe point
forreal, I can honestly say
If you come at me, be 3 dots on you while I'm still typin'
Meet fire, fighters when this pen's writin'
Shady, you go through us to get to Em,
(Come on, crook, you again)
Nah Joe, these niggas stupid, boy we do this
[I'm murder the microphone
I'm tryna the microphone
Too many frogs go "ribbet" but never leave
(That was part uno, is part two though)

niggas might play cray, try slay me
Off my mic, vacay, call it right, it's
Right foot in melee, strapped to AK
Have you [?] Ice JJ
Do it for Em, my do it for bundles
Could've been copped the Phantom, copped the Benz bein'
Still, the plate is known to get 'em situated
It's return fire, when Joey initiate it
How I feel about these rap Fuck 'em all
Drake rhyme about these bitches, I fuck 'em all
A hundred guns, big enough to tuck 'em all
Banana clips, fully automatic, you can't 'em all
Cause when gats involved, bodies'll fall
From the sky, could really be cats and dogs
It's Joey! than any rapper you rockin' to
Call a a spade, nigga try to follow suit
I'm murder the microphone
Bring it back to life, I that microphone
Too many big dogs, not enough yet
(That was part uno, this is two though)