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I'm you frauds
These wounded ass niggas, I rap circles 'em
I'm and gauze
Crooked 'round clowns, this rap circus surrounds 'em
But I'm a menage
Fuckin' with the rap game, and the game
I'm my odds
Man these rappers out here reachin', your arms are too
Take the boxing gloves off, hand 'em to the
Slaughterhouse, we the military in bitch
Fuck Tom, Dick and Harry in this bitch, yeah
Fuck apology, I'ma be on astrology shit
March into war Aries in this bitch, yeah
You call it work, nigga 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 Joe Jackson
And Buster could ever 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, is part two though

This the difference between y'all niggas and 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 like hat
But all aside like I ordered fries
I'm to store somebody's corpse in the closet, I'm organized
police was interrogatin', I was livin' the story of my life
And Freeman was narratin'
(Say it again) I'm 5'9", not an inch
'Fore all of the jewelry, I've baller
Before niggas was hypebeasts, my niggas was thiefs
You let it out your sight and take it to sight see
Same shit, another nigga gotta die
My bitch gone (why) we ain't goin' out on dates
(Why) we ain't out of state
all the time, all she do was holler
We ain't like a Pagan
will, be actin' ill
Know they die for deals
I take the word "lyrical" and it backwards
And that "laciryl"
And that's how I feel, shoutout to Guru
I got the mass
I'm tryna the microphone
I'm tryna murder the
I'll give up drinkin' when she her emotions up
(That was part uno, is part two though)

Oh you don't, let me learn yah
I body the beat and watch it skip, 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 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 soon as Joe point
forreal, I can honestly say
If you come at me, they'll be 3 dots on you while I'm typin'
Meet fire, street fighters when this pen's
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 the microphone
I'm tryna the microphone
Too many frogs go "ribbet" but leave lilies
(That was part uno, this is two though)

These niggas might cray, try slay me
Off my mic, vacay, it right, it's mayday
Right foot in melee, 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 nickel plate is known to get 'em
return fire, even when Joey initiate it
How I about these rap niggas? Fuck 'em all
rhyme about these bitches, I just fuck 'em all
A hundred guns, jeans big enough to 'em all
Banana clips, fully automatic, you duck 'em all
when it's gats involved, bodies'll fall
From the sky, could really be rainin' cats and
It's Joey! Nicer than any rapper you 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, this is two though)