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I'm you frauds
These wounded ass niggas, I rap 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 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 every Tom, and Harry in this bitch, yeah
your apology, I'ma be on astrology shit
March into war like Aries in bitch, yeah
You call it light work, nigga 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 tryna murder the
I'm tryna murder the
If you are what you eat, how come I'm not
That was part uno, is part two though

This the difference between niggas and real rap
The fell back, niggas ask
How did I use to drink
I tell 'em off the top of my head about a gallon, kinda like hat
But all jokes aside 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 Morgan Freeman was
(Say it again) I'm 5'9", not an inch
'Fore all of the jewelry, I've baller
niggas was hypebeasts, my niggas was bike thiefs
You let it out your sight and take it to sight see
Same shit, nigga gotta die today
My bitch gone (why) we ain't ever out on dates
(Why) we vacayin' out of state
Whinin' all the time, all she do was
We ain't a Pagan holiday
Rappers will, be ill
when they die for deals
I the word "lyrical" and flip it backwards
And that "laciryl"
And that's how I feel, shoutout to Guru
I got the mass
I'm tryna murder the
I'm tryna murder the
I'll give up drinkin' she give 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 of anyone who ain't heard of
The gang that don't tweet for the sake of the sermon
(House what up!)
Other groups basic
We extort 'em a distance, takin' it further
could be all yours, why you want a war for?
You can't go at uno, mothafucka, a draw 4
We started out as just a feature on a Joe
Fuck around now, you on the bleachers as Joe point
Brothers forreal, I can say
If you come at me, they'll be 3 dots on you I'm still typin'
fire, street fighters when this 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 murder the
Too many frogs go "ribbet" but never leave
(That was uno, this is part two though)

These niggas might cray, try slay me
Off my mic, vacay, it right, it's mayday
Right foot in melee, strapped to AK
Have you [?] Ice JJ
Do it for Em, my squad do it for
Could've been the Phantom, copped the Benz bein' humble
Still, the nickel plate is to get 'em situated
It's return fire, even when initiate it
How I feel about these rap niggas? 'em all
Drake 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 it's gats involved, fall
From the sky, could really be rainin' cats and
It's Joey! Nicer than any rapper you to
a spade a spade, nigga try to follow suit
I'm tryna the microphone
Bring it back to life, I murder that
Too many big dogs, not barkin' yet
(That was uno, this is part two though)