I'm handlin' you wounded ass niggas, I rap circles around 'em I'm bandages and Crooked trap 'round clowns, this rap surrounds 'em But I'm havin' a with the rap game, and the trap game I'm managin' my Man these rappers out here reachin', arms are too short the boxing gloves off, hand 'em to the gods Slaughterhouse, we the military in this every Tom, Dick and Harry in this bitch, yeah Fuck your apology, I'ma be on shit March into war like in this bitch, yeah You call it light work, this is my life's work I turn around and beat up a beat I'm writin' Ike's verse Toe taggin' this mothafucka, I don't think Joe And Buster Douglas could ever do a mic I'm murder the microphone I'm murder the microphone If you are what you eat, how come I'm not That was part uno, this is part two
This the difference between y'all and real rap The competition back, niggas ask How did I use to drink I tell 'em off the top of my head about a gallon, like Pharrell's hat But all aside like I ordered fries I'm liable to somebody's 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 inch all of the jewelry, I've been baller Before niggas was hypebeasts, my niggas was bike You let it out your sight and take it to sight see Same shit, another nigga die today My bitch (why) we ain't ever goin' out on dates (Why) we ain't vacayin' out of Whinin' all the time, all she do was We ain't like a holiday Rappers will, be ill Know when they die for I take the word "lyrical" and it backwards And that "laciryl" And that's exactly how I feel, to Guru I got the mass I'm murder the microphone I'm tryna murder the give up drinkin' when she give her emotions up (That was uno, this is part two though)
Oh you don't, don't let me yah I body the beat and watch it skip, call it The nerve of who ain't heard of The gang that don't tweet simultaneous for the sake of the (House what up!) groups basic mergers We extort 'em a distance, takin' it further could be all yours, why you want a war for? You can't go at uno, mothafucka, a draw 4 We out as just a feature on a Joe joint Fuck now, you on the bleachers soon as Joe point Brothers forreal, I can say If you come at me, they'll be 3 on you while I'm still typin' Meet fire, street fighters when 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 shit [I'm tryna the microphone I'm murder the microphone Too many frogs go "ribbet" but leave lilies (That was uno, this is part two though)
niggas might play cray, try slay me Off my mic, vacay, call it right, it's Right foot in melee, to light AK Have you [?] Ice JJ Do it for Em, my do it for bundles Could've been the Phantom, copped the Benz bein' humble Still, the nickel plate is known to get 'em return fire, even when Joey initiate it How I feel these rap niggas? Fuck 'em all Drake rhyme about these bitches, I fuck 'em all A hundred guns, jeans big 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 cats and dogs It's Joey! Nicer than any you rockin' to Call a spade a spade, nigga try to suit I'm murder the microphone Bring it to life, I murder that microphone Too many big dogs, not enough yet (That was part uno, is part two though)