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I'm you frauds
wounded ass niggas, I rap circles around 'em
I'm bandages and
Crooked trap 'round clowns, rap circus surrounds 'em
But I'm a menage
Fuckin' with the rap game, and the trap
I'm my odds
Man rappers out here reachin', your arms are too short
Take the boxing gloves off, 'em to the gods
Slaughterhouse, we the military in this
Fuck every Tom, Dick and in this bitch, yeah
Fuck your apology, I'ma be on shit
March into war like Aries in this bitch,
You call it light work, nigga is my life's work
I around and beat up a beat like 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 the microphone
I'm murder the microphone
If you are what you eat, how I'm not pussy?
That was part uno, this is two though

the difference between 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 a gallon, kinda like Pharrell's hat
But all jokes aside like I fries
I'm liable to store somebody's in the closet, I'm organized
Before police was interrogatin', I was livin' the story of my
And Freeman 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 niggas was bike
You let it out your sight and they take it to see
Same shit, nigga gotta die today
My bitch gone (why) we ain't goin' out on dates
(Why) we ain't out of state
all the time, all she do was holler
We ain't like a holiday
Rappers will, be ill
Know when die for deals
I take the word "lyrical" and it backwards
And says "laciryl"
And exactly how I feel, shoutout to Guru
I got the appeal
I'm tryna murder the
I'm tryna the microphone
I'll 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 it skip, call it m-murda
The nerve of who ain't heard of
The gang that don't tweet simultaneous for the of the sermon
(House what up!)
Other basic mergers
We extort 'em from a distance, takin' it
Drama be all yours, why you want a war for?
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 bleachers soon as Joe
forreal, I can honestly say
If you at me, they'll be 3 dots on you while I'm still typin'
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 niggas stupid, boy we do shit
[I'm tryna the microphone
I'm tryna murder the
Too frogs go "ribbet" but never leave lilies
(That was part uno, this is two though)

These niggas might cray, try slay me
Off my mic, vacay, call it right, mayday
Right foot in melee, to light AK
you [?] like 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 Joey it
How I feel about these rap Fuck 'em all
Drake about these bitches, I just fuck 'em all
A hundred guns, jeans big enough to 'em all
Banana clips, automatic, you can't duck 'em all
Cause it's gats involved, bodies'll fall
From the sky, could be rainin' cats and dogs
It's Joey! Nicer any rapper you rockin' to
Call a spade a spade, nigga try to suit
I'm murder the microphone
Bring it back to life, I that microphone
Too many big dogs, not enough yet
(That was uno, this is part two though)