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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 a menage
with the rap game, and the trap game
I'm my odds
Man these out here reachin', your arms are too short
the boxing gloves off, hand 'em to the gods
Slaughterhouse, we the military in bitch
Fuck every Tom, Dick and Harry in bitch, yeah
your apology, I'ma be on astrology shit
March war like Aries in this bitch, yeah
You call it light work, nigga this is my life's
I turn around and beat up a like I'm writin' Ike's verse
Toe this mothafucka, I don't think Joe Jackson
And Buster Douglas could do a mic worse
I'm murder the microphone
I'm tryna murder the
If you are you eat, how come I'm not pussy?
That was part uno, this is two though

This the difference between niggas and real rap
The competition fell back, ask
How much did I use to
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
Before was interrogatin', I was livin' the story of my life
And Freeman was narratin'
(Say it again) I'm 5'9", not an taller
'Fore all of the jewelry, been baller
Before niggas was hypebeasts, my was bike thiefs
You let it out sight and they take it to sight see
shit, another nigga gotta die today
My bitch gone (why) we ain't goin' out on dates
(Why) we vacayin' out of state
all the time, all she do was holler
We ain't like a holiday
Rappers will, be ill
Know when die for deals
I take the "lyrical" and flip it backwards
And says "laciryl"
And that's exactly how I feel, to Guru
I got the appeal
I'm murder the microphone
I'm murder the microphone
I'll give up drinkin' she give her emotions up
(That was part uno, this is two though)

Oh you don't, don't let me yah
I body the beat and watch it skip, call it
The nerve of anyone who ain't of
The gang that don't simultaneous for the sake of the sermon
(House Gang up!)
Other groups mergers
We 'em from a distance, takin' it further
Drama could be all yours, why you a war for?
You can't go at uno, mothafucka, a draw 4
We started out as just a on a Joe joint
Fuck around now, you on the bleachers 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, street fighters when this pen's
Shady, you go us to get to Em, bison
(Come on, crook, you again)
Nah Joe, these stupid, boy we do this shit
[I'm murder the microphone
I'm tryna murder the
Too many frogs go "ribbet" but never lilies
(That was part uno, is part two though)

niggas might play cray, try slay me
Off my mic, vacay, it right, it's mayday
Right in melee, strapped to light AK
Have you [?] Ice JJ
Do it for Em, my squad do it for
Could've copped the Phantom, copped the Benz bein' humble
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
clips, fully automatic, you can't duck 'em all
Cause it's gats involved, bodies'll fall
From the sky, could really be rainin' and dogs
It's Joey! Nicer than any rapper you to
Call a a spade, nigga try to follow suit
I'm murder the microphone
Bring it back to life, I murder microphone
Too many big dogs, not enough yet
(That was uno, this is part two though)