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I'm handlin' you
These ass niggas, I rap circles around 'em
I'm bandages and
Crooked trap clowns, this rap circus surrounds 'em
But I'm a menage
Fuckin' with the rap game, and the trap
I'm my odds
Man these rappers out here reachin', arms are too short
Take the boxing gloves off, hand 'em to the
Slaughterhouse, we the in this bitch
Fuck every Tom, Dick and in this bitch, yeah
Fuck your apology, be on astrology 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 like I'm writin' Ike's
Toe this mothafucka, I don't think Joe Jackson
And Douglas could ever do a mic worse
I'm tryna the microphone
I'm tryna the microphone
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 'em off the top of my head about a gallon, kinda like Pharrell's hat
But all jokes like I ordered fries
I'm liable to store somebody's 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
Before niggas was hypebeasts, my niggas was bike
You let it out your and they take it to sight see
Same shit, another nigga die today
My bitch gone (why) we ever goin' out on dates
(Why) we ain't vacayin' out of
all the time, all she do was holler
We ain't like a Pagan
Rappers will, be ill
when they die for deals
I take the "lyrical" and flip it backwards
And says "laciryl"
And that's exactly how I feel, shoutout to
I got the appeal
I'm tryna murder the
I'm tryna murder the
I'll give up when she give her emotions up
(That was uno, this is part two though)

Oh you don't, let me learn yah
I body the beat and it skip, call it m-murda
The nerve of anyone who heard of
The gang that don't simultaneous for the sake of the sermon
(House what up!)
Other basic mergers
We extort 'em a distance, takin' it further
Drama could be all yours, why you want a war
You can't go at uno, mothafucka, a draw 4
We started out as a feature on a Joe joint
Fuck around now, you on the bleachers soon as Joe
forreal, I can honestly 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 stupid, boy we do this shit
[I'm tryna murder the
I'm tryna the microphone
Too many frogs go "ribbet" but leave lilies
(That was part uno, is part two though)

These might play cray, try slay me
Off my mic, vacay, it right, it's mayday
Right foot in melee, strapped to AK
you [?] like Ice JJ
Do it for Em, my squad do it for
Could've been copped the Phantom, the Benz bein' humble
Still, the plate is known to get 'em situated
It's fire, even when Joey initiate it
How I about these rap niggas? 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 when it's 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 follow
I'm tryna the microphone
Bring it back to life, I murder microphone
Too big dogs, not enough barkin' yet
(That was part uno, this is two though)