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I'm handlin' you
wounded 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 these out here reachin', your arms are too short
Take the boxing gloves off, 'em to the gods
Slaughterhouse, we the military in this
every Tom, Dick and Harry in this bitch, yeah
Fuck apology, I'ma be on astrology shit
into war like Aries in this bitch, yeah
You it light work, nigga this is my life's work
I turn around and beat up a like I'm writin' Ike's verse
Toe taggin' this mothafucka, I don't think Joe
And Buster Douglas could do a mic worse
I'm murder the microphone
I'm tryna the microphone
If you are you eat, how come I'm not pussy?
That was part uno, is part two though

This the difference y'all niggas and real rap
The competition fell back, ask
How much did I use to
I tell 'em off the top of my about a gallon, kinda like Pharrell's hat
But all jokes aside like I ordered
I'm liable to store somebody's corpse in the closet, I'm
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 take it to sight see
Same shit, nigga gotta die today
My gone (why) we ain't ever goin' out on dates
(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 when die for deals
I take the word "lyrical" and flip it
And says "laciryl"
And that's exactly how I feel, to Guru
I got the mass
I'm tryna the microphone
I'm tryna the microphone
I'll give up drinkin' when she her emotions up
(That was part uno, this is two though)

Oh you don't, let me learn yah
I body the and watch it skip, call 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!)
Other groups basic
We extort 'em from a distance, takin' it
Drama could be all yours, why you want a war
You go at uno, mothafucka, that's a draw 4
We started out as just a feature on a Joe
Fuck around now, you on the soon as Joe point
Brothers forreal, I can say
If you come at me, they'll be 3 dots on you while I'm still
Meet fire, street when this pen's writin'
Shady, you go us to get to Em, bison
(Come on, crook, you again)
Nah Joe, these stupid, boy we do this shit
tryna murder the microphone
I'm murder the microphone
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 in melee, strapped to light AK
Have you [?] Ice JJ
Do it for Em, my squad do it for
Could've copped the Phantom, copped the Benz bein' humble
Still, the nickel plate is to get 'em situated
It's return fire, even Joey initiate it
How I feel these rap niggas? Fuck 'em all
Drake rhyme these bitches, I just fuck 'em all
A guns, jeans big enough to tuck 'em all
Banana clips, fully automatic, you duck 'em all
Cause 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 tryna the microphone
it back to life, I murder that microphone
Too many big dogs, not enough yet
(That was uno, this is part two though)