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I'm handlin' you
These ass niggas, I rap circles around 'em
I'm and gauze
trap 'round clowns, this rap circus surrounds 'em
But I'm a menage
with the rap game, and the trap game
I'm my odds
Man rappers out here reachin', your arms are too short
the boxing gloves off, hand 'em to the gods
Slaughterhouse, we the military in bitch
Fuck Tom, Dick and Harry in this bitch, yeah
Fuck your apology, be on astrology shit
March into war Aries in this bitch, yeah
You call it light work, nigga this is my life's
I turn around and beat up a beat like I'm writin' Ike's
Toe taggin' this mothafucka, I don't Joe Jackson
And Buster Douglas could do a mic worse
I'm tryna murder the
I'm tryna murder the
If you are what you eat, how come I'm not
was part uno, this is part two though

This the difference between y'all niggas and rap
The competition back, niggas ask
How much did I use to
I tell 'em off the top of my head about a gallon, kinda like hat
But all aside like I ordered fries
I'm liable to somebody's corpse in the closet, I'm organized
Before police was interrogatin', I was livin' the story of my
And Morgan Freeman was
(Say it again) I'm 5'9", not an inch
'Fore all of the jewelry, been baller
Before was hypebeasts, my niggas 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 ever goin' out on dates
(Why) we ain't out of state
Whinin' all the time, all she do was
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 how I feel, shoutout to Guru
I got the mass
I'm murder the microphone
I'm tryna murder the
I'll up drinkin' 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 watch it skip, call it
The nerve of anyone who ain't of
The gang that tweet simultaneous for the sake of the sermon
(House what up!)
Other basic mergers
We extort 'em from a distance, it further
could be all yours, why you want a war for?
You go at uno, mothafucka, that's a draw 4
We out as just a feature on a Joe joint
Fuck around now, you on the bleachers as Joe point
forreal, I can honestly say
If you at me, they'll 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 niggas stupid, boy we do this
[I'm tryna the microphone
I'm murder the microphone
Too frogs go "ribbet" but never 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
foot in melee, strapped to light AK
Have you [?] Ice JJ
Do it for Em, my do it for bundles
Could've copped the Phantom, copped the Benz bein' humble
Still, the plate is known to get 'em situated
It's return fire, even when Joey it
How I feel about rap niggas? Fuck 'em all
Drake rhyme about bitches, I just fuck 'em all
A guns, jeans big enough to tuck 'em all
Banana clips, fully automatic, you duck 'em all
Cause when it's involved, bodies'll fall
From the sky, could really be cats and dogs
It's Joey! than any rapper you rockin' to
Call a spade a spade, nigga try to follow
I'm murder the microphone
Bring it to life, I murder that microphone
Too big dogs, not enough barkin' yet
(That was uno, this is part two though)