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

the difference between y'all niggas and real rap
The competition fell back, ask
How did I use to drink
I tell 'em off the top of my head about a gallon, kinda Pharrell's hat
But all jokes like I ordered fries
I'm liable to store corpse in the closet, I'm organized
Before police was interrogatin', I was 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 baller
niggas was hypebeasts, my niggas was bike thiefs
You let it out your and they take it to sight see
Same shit, nigga gotta die today
My bitch gone (why) we ain't ever out on dates
(Why) we ain't vacayin' out of
Whinin' all the time, all she do was
We ain't a Pagan holiday
Rappers will, be ill
when they die for deals
I take the word "lyrical" and it backwards
And that "laciryl"
And that's exactly how I feel, to Guru
I got the appeal
I'm murder the microphone
I'm tryna the microphone
I'll give up when she give her emotions up
(That was part uno, is part two though)

Oh you don't, let me learn yah
I body the and watch it skip, call it m-murda
The nerve of anyone who heard of
The gang that tweet simultaneous for the sake of the sermon
(House what up!)
Other groups mergers
We 'em from a distance, takin' it further
Drama could be all yours, why you want a war
You go at uno, mothafucka, that's a draw 4
We started out as just a on a Joe joint
Fuck around now, you on the bleachers soon as Joe
forreal, I can honestly say
If you at me, they'll be 3 dots on you while I'm still typin'
Meet fire, street fighters when this pen's
Shady, you go us to get to Em, bison
(Come on, crook, you again)
Nah Joe, niggas stupid, boy we do this shit
tryna murder the microphone
I'm murder the microphone
Too many frogs go "ribbet" but leave lilies
(That was uno, this is part two though)

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