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I'm you frauds
These wounded ass niggas, I rap around 'em
I'm bandages and
Crooked 'round clowns, this rap circus surrounds 'em
But I'm havin' a
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 off, hand 'em to the gods
Slaughterhouse, we the in this bitch
Fuck every Tom, Dick and Harry in this bitch,
Fuck your apology, be on astrology shit
March into war like Aries in bitch, yeah
You call it work, nigga this is my life's work
I turn around and beat up a beat like I'm writin' Ike's
Toe taggin' this mothafucka, I don't think Joe
And Buster could ever do a mic worse
I'm murder the microphone
I'm tryna the microphone
If you are what you eat, how come I'm not
That was part uno, this is part two

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 like hat
But all jokes aside like I 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 was narratin'
(Say it again) I'm 5'9", not an taller
'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
shit, another nigga gotta die today
My bitch gone (why) we ever goin' out on dates
(Why) we ain't vacayin' out of
all the time, all she do was holler
We ain't a Pagan holiday
will, be actin' ill
Know they die for deals
I the word "lyrical" and flip it backwards
And that "laciryl"
And exactly how I feel, shoutout to Guru
I got the appeal
I'm tryna murder the
I'm tryna the microphone
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 watch it skip, it m-murda
The of anyone who ain't heard of
The that don't tweet simultaneous for the sake of the sermon
(House what up!)
Other groups 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, that's a 4
We started out as just a 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 writin'
Shady, you go us to get to Em, bison
(Come on, crook, you again)
Nah Joe, niggas stupid, boy we do this shit
[I'm murder the microphone
I'm tryna murder the
Too many frogs go "ribbet" but leave lilies
(That was part uno, is part two though)

These niggas might cray, try slay me
Off my mic, vacay, call it right, mayday
foot in melee, strapped to light AK
Have you [?] Ice JJ
Do it for Em, my do it for bundles
been copped 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 about these rap niggas? Fuck 'em all
Drake rhyme about bitches, I just fuck 'em all
A hundred guns, 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! Nicer than any you rockin' to
a spade a spade, nigga try to follow suit
I'm murder the microphone
it back to life, I murder that microphone
Too many big dogs, not enough yet
(That was part uno, this is two though)