Microphone Preem (feat. Slaughterhouse)

This is the pick up line, I got to big up mine

I'm handling you frauds

These wounded ass ****, I rap circles around 'em

I'm bandages and gauze

Crooked trap 'round clowns, this rap circus surrounds 'em

But I'm having a menage

Fucking with the rap game, and the trap game

I'm managing my odds

Man, these rappers out here reaching, your arms are too short

Take the boxing gloves off, hand 'em to the gods

Slaughterhouse, we the military in this bitch

Fuck every Tom, Dick and Harry in this bitch, yeah

Fuck your apology, I'ma be on astrology shit

March into war like Aries in this bitch, yeah

You call it light work, ****, this is my life's work

I turn around and beat up a beat like I'm writing Ike's verse

Toe tagging this motherfucker

I don't think Joe Jackson and Buster Douglas

Could ever do a mic worse

I'm tryna murder the microphone

I'm tryna murder the microphone

If you are what you eat, how come I'm not pussy?

That was part uno, this is part two though

This the difference between y'all **** and real rap

The competition fell back

**** ask, how much did I used to drink?

I tell 'em off the top of my head, about a gallon

Kind of like Pharrell's hat

But all jokes aside, like I ordered fries

I'm liable to store somebody's corpse in the closet

I'm organized

Before police was interrogating, I was living the story of my life

And Morgan Freeman was narrating

(Say it again) I'm 5-9, not an inch taller

Before all the jewelry, I been baller

Before **** was hype beasts, my **** was bike thiefs

You let it out your sight and they take it to sight see

Same shit, another **** gotta die today

My bitch gone, why? We ain't ever going out on dates

Why, we ain't vacayin' out of state

Whining all the time, all she do is holler

We ain't like a pagan holiday

Rappers will be acting ill

Knowing they die for deals

I take the word lyrical and flip it backwards

And that says laciryl

And that's exactly how I feel, shout out to Guru

I got the mass appeal

I'm tryna murder the microphone

I'm tryna murder the microphone

I'll give up drinking when she give her emotions up

That was part uno, this is part two though

Oh you don't, oh let me learn you

I body the beat and watch it skip, call it m-murder

The nerve of anyone who ain't heard of

The gang that don't tweet simultaneous for the sake of the sermon

(House gang, what up?)

Other groups, basic mergers

We extort 'em from a distance, taking it further

Drama could be all yours, why you wanna war for?

You can't go at uno, motherfucker, that's a draw four

We started out as just a feature on a Joe joint

Fuck around now, you on the bleachers soon as Joe point

Brothers for real, I can honestly say

If you come at me they'll be three dots on you while I'm still typing

Meet fire, street fighters when this pen's writing

Shady, you go through us to get to M. Bison

(Come on, Crook, you wilding again)

Nah Joe, these **** stupid, boy, we do this shit

I'm tryna murder the microphone

I'm tryna murder the microphone

Too many frogs to ribbet but never leave lilies

That was part uno, this is part two though

These **** might play cray, try slay me

Off my mic, vacay, call it right, it's mayday

Ripe for the melee, strapped to light A.K.

Eight ball get in the face like Ice JJ

Do it for M, my squad do it for bundles

Could've been, copped the Phantom, bought the Benz, being humble

Still, the nickel plate is known to get 'em situated

It's return fire even when Joey initiate it

So, how I feel about these rap ****? Fuck 'em all

Drake rhyme about these bitches, I just fuck 'em all

A hundred guns, jeans big enough to tuck 'em all

Banana clips, fulling automatic, you can't duck 'em all

'Cause when it's gats involved, bodies will fall from the sky

Could really be raining cats and dogs

It's Joey, nicer than any rapper you rocking too

Call a spade a spade, ****, try to follow suit

I'm tryna murder the microphone

Bring it back to life, I murder that microphone

Too many big dogs, not enough barking yet

That was part uno, this is part two though

House gang, what up?