[ti:prhyme-microphone-preem-feat-slaughterhouse{mp3freex}]
[00:15.650]This is the pick up line, I got to big up mine
[00:18.640]I'm handlin' you frauds
[00:20.560]These wounded ass niggas, I rap circles around 'em
[00:23.520]I'm bandages and gauze
[00:25.500]Crooked trap 'round clowns, this rap circus surrounds 'em
[00:28.500]But I'm havin' a menage
[00:29.680]Fuckin' with the rap game, and the trap game
[00:32.200]I'm managin' my odds
[00:33.360]Man these rappers out here reachin', your arms are too short
[00:35.900]Take the boxing gloves off, hand 'em to the gods
[00:38.700]Slaughterhouse, we the military in this bitch
[00:40.840]Fuck every Tom, Dick and Harry in this bitch, yeah
[00:43.600]Fuck your apology, I'ma be on astrology shit
[00:46.280]March into war like Aries in this bitch, yeah
[00:49.360]You call it light work, nigga this is my life's work
[00:51.180]I turn around and beat up a beat like I'm writin' Ike's verse
[00:53.460]Toe taggin' this mothafucka, I don't think Joe Jackson
[00:56.140]And Buster Douglas could ever do a mic worse
[00:59.270]I'm tryna murder the microphone
[01:01.620]I'm tryna murder the microphone
[01:03.880]If you are what you eat, how come I'm not pussy?
[01:05.880]That was part uno, this is part two though
[01:08.430]This the difference between y'all niggas and real rap
[01:10.740]The competition fell back, niggas ask, how much did I use to drink
[01:14.520]I tell 'em off the top of my head, about a gallon
[01:17.180]Kinda like Pharrell's hat, but all jokes aside like I ordered fries
[01:20.490]I'm liable to store somebody's corpse in the closet, I'm organized
[01:23.280]Before police was interrogatin', I was livin' the story of my life
[01:26.560]And Morgan Freeman was narratin'
[01:28.130](Say it again) I'm 5'9", not an inch taller, 'fore all of the jewelry, I've been baller
[01:32.620]Before niggas was hypebeasts, my niggas was bike thiefs
[01:35.260]You let it out your sight and they take it to sight see
[01:37.850]Same shit, another nigga gotta die today
[01:40.440]My bitch gone (why), we ain't ever goin' out on dates
[01:42.970](Why) we ain't vacayin' out of state
[01:44.880]Whinin' all the time, all she do was holler, we ain't like a Pagan holiday
[01:48.080]Rappers will, be actin' ill, knowing they daffodils
[01:51.130]I take the word "lyrical" and flip it backwards
[01:53.600]And that says "laciryl", and that's exactly how I feel
[01:56.360]Shout out to Guru, I got the mass appeal
[01:58.840]I'm tryna murder the microphone
[02:01.010]I'm tryna murder the microphone
[02:03.300]I'll give up drinkin' when she give her emotions up
[02:05.410](That was part uno, this is part two though)
[02:07.700]Oh you don't, don't let me learn yah
[02:09.620]I body the beat and watch it skip, call it m-murda
[02:12.100]The nerve of anyone who ain't heard of
[02:13.740]The gang that don't tweet simultaneous for the sake of the servers
[02:17.340](House Gang what up!)
[02:18.140]Other groups basic mergers
[02:19.520]We extort 'em from a distance, takin' it further
[02:21.850]Drama could be all yours, why you want a war for?
[02:24.480]You can't go at uno, mothafucka, that's a draw 4
[02:27.360]We started out as just a feature on a Joe joint
[02:29.850]Fuck around now, you on the bleachers soon as Joe point
[02:32.530]Brothers for real, I can honestly say
[02:34.680]If you come at me, they'll be 3 dots on you while I'm still typin'
[02:37.620]Meet fire, street fighters when these pens writin'
[02:39.950]Shady, you go through us to get to Em, Bison
[02:42.740](Come on, Quick, you wildin' again)
[02:44.730]Nah Joe, these niggas stupid, boy we do this shit
[02:47.340]I'm tryna murder the microphone
[02:50.570]I'm tryna murder the microphone
[02:52.680]Too many frogs go "ribbet" but never leave lilies
[02:54.920](That was part uno, this is part two though)
[02:57.440]These niggas might play cray, try slay me
[02:59.650]Off my mic vacay, call it right, it's mayday
[03:02.090]Right footed melee, strapped a light AK
[03:04.410]Every bar get in the face like Ice JJ
[03:07.270]Do it for Em, my squad do it for bundles
[03:09.470]Could've been copped the Phantom, bought the Benz bein' humble
[03:12.110]Still, the nickel plate is known to get 'em situated
[03:14.430]It's return fire, even when Joey initiate it
[03:16.750]How I feel about these rap niggas? Fuck 'em all
[03:19.570]Drake rhyme about these bitches, I just fuck 'em all
[03:22.230]A hundred guns, jeans big enough to tuck 'em all
[03:24.500]Banana clips, fully automatic, you can't duck 'em all
[03:27.050]Cause when it's gats involved, bodies'll fall
[03:29.430]From the sky, could really be rainin' cats and dogs
[03:31.510]It's Joey, nicer than any rapper you rockin' to
[03:34.440]Call a spade a spade, nigga try to follow suit
[03:37.830]I'm tryna murder the microphone
[03:39.640]Bring it back to life, I murder that microphone
[03:41.990]Too many big dogs, not enough barkin' yet
[03:44.560](That was part uno, this is part two though)