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I'm handlin' you
These wounded ass niggas, I rap around 'em
I'm and gauze
Crooked '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 these rappers out here reachin', arms are too short
the boxing gloves off, hand 'em to the gods
Slaughterhouse, we the in this bitch
Fuck every Tom, and Harry in this bitch, yeah
Fuck apology, I'ma be on astrology shit
March war like Aries in this bitch, yeah
You it light work, nigga this is my life's work
I turn and beat up a beat like I'm writin' Ike's verse
Toe taggin' this mothafucka, I think Joe Jackson
And Buster Douglas could ever do a mic
I'm tryna murder the
I'm murder the microphone
If you are what you eat, how I'm not pussy?
That was part uno, this is part two

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 about a gallon, kinda like Pharrell's hat
But all jokes aside like I fries
I'm liable to store corpse in the closet, I'm organized
Before was interrogatin', I was livin' the story of my life
And Morgan Freeman was
(Say it again) I'm 5'9", not an inch
all of the jewelry, I've been baller
Before was hypebeasts, my niggas was bike thiefs
You let it out your sight and they it to sight see
Same shit, another gotta die today
My bitch gone (why) we ain't ever goin' out on
(Why) we ain't vacayin' out of
Whinin' all the time, all she do was
We ain't like a Pagan
Rappers will, be ill
Know they die for deals
I take the word "lyrical" and it backwards
And says "laciryl"
And that's how I feel, shoutout to Guru
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 uno, this is part two though)

Oh you don't, don't let me yah
I body the beat and watch it skip, it m-murda
The of anyone who ain't heard of
The gang that tweet simultaneous for the sake of the sermon
(House what up!)
groups basic mergers
We extort 'em from a distance, it further
could be all yours, why you want a war for?
You can't go at uno, mothafucka, a draw 4
We out as just a feature on a Joe joint
Fuck around now, you on the soon as Joe point
Brothers forreal, I can say
If you come at me, they'll be 3 on you while I'm still typin'
fire, street 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 this
[I'm murder the microphone
I'm tryna murder the
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, 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 been the Phantom, copped the Benz bein' humble
Still, the nickel plate is to get 'em situated
It's fire, even when Joey initiate it
How I feel about these rap Fuck 'em all
Drake rhyme about these bitches, I fuck 'em all
A hundred guns, big enough to tuck 'em all
clips, fully automatic, you can't duck 'em all
Cause it's gats involved, bodies'll fall
From the sky, could really be cats and dogs
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 back to life, I that microphone
Too big dogs, not enough barkin' yet
(That was part uno, this is two though)