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I'm you frauds
These ass niggas, I rap circles around 'em
I'm and gauze
Crooked trap 'round clowns, this rap surrounds 'em
But I'm a menage
with the rap game, and the trap game
I'm my odds
Man these rappers out here reachin', your arms are too
Take the boxing off, hand 'em to the gods
Slaughterhouse, we the military in bitch
Fuck every Tom, and Harry in this bitch, yeah
Fuck your apology, I'ma be on shit
March into war like Aries in bitch, yeah
You call it light work, nigga this is my work
I turn around and beat up a beat 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 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 niggas and rap
The competition back, niggas 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 aside like I ordered
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 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, nigga gotta die today
My bitch (why) we ain't ever goin' out on dates
(Why) we vacayin' out of state
all the time, all she do was holler
We ain't like a Pagan
will, be actin' ill
Know when die for deals
I the word "lyrical" and flip it backwards
And says "laciryl"
And that's how I feel, shoutout to Guru
I got the appeal
I'm tryna the microphone
I'm tryna murder the
I'll up drinkin' when she give her emotions up
(That was part uno, this is two though)

Oh you don't, don't let me yah
I the beat and watch it skip, call it m-murda
The nerve of who ain't heard of
The gang that don't simultaneous for the sake of the sermon
(House what up!)
groups basic mergers
We extort 'em a distance, takin' it further
Drama could be all yours, why you a war for?
You can't go at uno, mothafucka, that's a 4
We started out as 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 dots on you I'm still typin'
Meet fire, fighters when this pen's writin'
Shady, you go us to get to Em, bison
(Come on, crook, you again)
Nah Joe, these niggas stupid, boy we do shit
tryna murder the microphone
I'm tryna the microphone
Too many frogs go "ribbet" but never leave
(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, strapped to AK
Have you [?] Ice JJ
Do it for Em, my squad do it for
been copped the Phantom, copped the Benz bein' humble
Still, the nickel plate is to get 'em situated
It's return fire, even Joey initiate it
How I feel about these rap niggas? 'em all
rhyme about these bitches, I just fuck 'em all
A hundred guns, big enough to tuck 'em all
Banana clips, automatic, you can't duck 'em all
Cause when gats involved, bodies'll fall
From the sky, could really be cats and dogs
Joey! Nicer than any rapper you rockin' to
Call a spade a spade, try to follow suit
I'm tryna murder the
Bring it back to life, I murder microphone
Too many big dogs, not enough yet
(That was part uno, this is two though)