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I'm you frauds
These ass niggas, I rap circles around 'em
I'm bandages and
Crooked 'round clowns, this rap circus surrounds 'em
But I'm a menage
with the rap game, and the trap game
I'm managin' my
Man these rappers out here reachin', arms are too short
Take the boxing gloves off, hand 'em to the
Slaughterhouse, we the military in this
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 light work, nigga this is my work
I turn around and beat up a beat like I'm Ike's verse
Toe taggin' mothafucka, I don't think Joe Jackson
And Buster could ever do a mic worse
I'm tryna murder the
I'm tryna the microphone
If you are what you eat, how come I'm not
was part uno, this is part two though

This the difference y'all niggas and real 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 Pharrell's hat
But all jokes aside like I 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 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 was bike thiefs
You let it out your sight and they take it to see
Same shit, nigga gotta die today
My bitch (why) we ain't ever goin' out on dates
(Why) we ain't vacayin' out of
all the time, all she do was holler
We like a Pagan holiday
will, be actin' ill
Know when 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 mass
I'm tryna murder the
I'm tryna murder the
give up drinkin' when she give her emotions up
(That was part uno, is part two though)

Oh you don't, don't let me yah
I body the beat and it skip, call it m-murda
The nerve of anyone who heard of
The that don't tweet simultaneous for the sake of the sermon
(House Gang up!)
Other basic mergers
We 'em from 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 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 murder the microphone
I'm murder the microphone
Too frogs go "ribbet" but never leave lilies
(That was part uno, is part two though)

These niggas might play cray, try me
Off my mic, vacay, call it right, it's
Right in melee, strapped to light AK
you [?] like Ice JJ
Do it for Em, my squad do it for
been copped the Phantom, copped the Benz bein' humble
Still, the plate is known to get 'em situated
It's return fire, when Joey initiate it
How I feel about these rap Fuck 'em all
Drake rhyme about these bitches, I just '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 any rapper you rockin' to
Call a spade a spade, try to follow suit
I'm murder the microphone
Bring it to life, I murder that microphone
Too many big dogs, not barkin' yet
(That was part uno, this is two though)