Microphone Preem (feat. Slaughterhouse)

This is the pick up line, I got to big up mine
 I'm handlin' you frauds
 These wounded ass niggas, I rap circles around 'em
 I'm bandages and gauze
 Crooked trap 'round clowns, this rap circus surrounds 'em
 But I'm havin' a menage
 Fuckin' with the rap game, and the trap game
 I'm managin' my odds
 Man these rappers out here reachin', 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, nigga this is my life's work
 I turn around and beat up a beat like I'm writin' Ike's verse
 Toe taggin' this mothafucka, 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 niggas and real rap
 The competition fell back, niggas ask
 How much did I use to drink
 I tell 'em off the top of my head about a gallon
 Kinda 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 interrogatin', I was livin' the story of my life
 And Morgan Freeman was narratin'
 (Say it again) I'm 5'9", not an inch taller
 'Fore all of the jewelry, I've been baller
 Before niggas was hypebeasts, my niggas was bike thiefs
 You let it out your sight and they take it to sight see
 Same shit, another nigga gotta die today
 My bitch gone (why) we ain't ever goin' out on dates
 (Why) we ain't vacayin' out of state
 Whinin' all the time, all she do was holler
 We ain't like a Pagan holiday
 Rappers will, be actin' ill
 Knowing they daffodils
 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 drinkin' when she give her emotions up
 (That was part uno, this is part two though)
 Oh you don't, don't let me learn yah
 I body the beat and watch it skip, call it m-murda
 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, takin' it further
 Drama could be all yours, why you want a war for?
 You can't go at uno, mothafucka, that's a draw 4
 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 3 dots on you while I'm still typin'
 Meet fire, street fighters when this pen's writin'
 Shady, you go through us to get to Em, Bison
 (Come on, crook, you wildin' again)
 Nah Joe, these niggas stupid, boy we do this shit
 I'm tryna murder the microphone
 I'm tryna murder the microphone
 Too many frogs go "ribbet" but never leave lilies
 (That was part uno, this is part two though)
 These niggas might play cray, try slay me
 Off my mic vacay, call it right, it's mayday
 Right footed melee, strapped a light AK
 Every bar get in the face like Ice JJ
 Do it for Em, my squad do it for bundles
 Could've been copped the Phantom, bought the Benz bein' humble
 Still, the nickel plate is known to get 'em situated
 It's return fire, even when Joey initiate it
 How I feel about these rap niggas? 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, fully automatic, you can't duck 'em all
 Cause when it's gats involved, bodies'll fall
 From the sky, could really be rainin' cats and dogs
 It's Joey, nicer than any rapper you rockin' to
 Call a spade a spade, nigga 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 barkin' yet
 (That was part uno, this is part two though)