Like, microphone, like, microphoneIt's like they're clippin' to the microphoneI'll rap until I bag a singerRihanna, my BM, throwin' a W out that black beamerShoot you dead in your leg bone when I clap Nina'sIt's like you are what you shoot at, cause I'm a blasphemerThe lyrical Sun Tzu jocks ninjitsu on a sensu beamMy sensei pock, I told you niggas were folkWhen my mixtape dropped, you menopauseIn other words, men straight, stopFuckin' around with a G on that microphoneBustin' it down to a key on that microphoneThe new N.W.A. on that microphoneThe cube you lovin'The new N.W.A. on that microphoneThe hate on that microphoneI'm Jesus talkin' to God on that microphoneI'm C walkin' on water on microphoneYou drown in a fountain of youth on that microphoneThat mean you niggas died young when that mic is onSay you gonna do A and B, homie, let's seeI'm not your average Joe, maybe PesciThis beast has yet to eat, this track is fresh meatI'm a son that's trackin' leaf, this a dead beefMove like a chess piece, plan steps correctlyNiggas'll lie on you like a bed sheetPeople'll turn on you like the next streetI'ma be up front like the best seatPoint my rod and open, says meI'll part your body like the Red Sea* the B.S., I'll flex and then flex againCall it reflex, I don't gotta rake nowTo make pals a dreamFather haters crib, play *They house get clean, y'all fast food to meI'ma take out your team, I want all the beefI'ma steakhouse his dreamHit your home stool, then stroll through your whole crewWalk inside your microphone, move yourGun sound off like it's on muteI told you don't be fuckin' around on that microphoneNow your homies heard around on that microphoneDown for not gettin' down on that microphoneTold you not to make a sound on that microphoneI'ma beast, I'ma eat on that microphoneWoke nigga losin' sleep on that microphoneIt's where I get beside myself like I'm a cloneCOVID *, you six feet on that microphoneNah, don't * with me cause I grip the blammyLike Trey Songz gettin' back with Lori, trigger happyI told ya I'm a son of a gun, that's why I call my gun popsMy extendo clip is extended familyCall me your lord, my weapons formed against you gon' prosperSwing a sword like Tekken, Yoshimitsu, a monsterBring the war, you bet I won't be civilWe hit Detroit, we were caught in heavenTotally temple with copsI'm finna be snackin' on whack rappers' corpsesRappin' this half-animal, man, I'm anthropomorphicAt niggas' doors, when you hear that hard knockLife is over for you, turn your daughter to Annie the OrphanSheesh, talk about recklessC.O.B. flag hangin', I'll be walkin' roundRappin', ladies and gentlemen, we present to youSlaughterhouse record, shootin' with that 30 on meI ain't talkin' bout steppin'For the free, bitches rockin' my microphoneYou put green on that boxLike PatronNiggas like us was born on the microphoneMy umbilical cord was a microphoneCall up the team we wore on the microphoneArmy fatigue when I record on the microphonesCall us the abattoir on the microphonesI mean, we ain't nothin' smaller than a microphoneThese featherweights, we set em straightThen elevate, send leatherface to heaven's gateThen meditate, set a dateMeet up at high noon with five goonsTake ten cases and let it sprayWe chase rappers, we don't whiff, stand blogLet's dive runnin', you a quicksandJugger, shoot the fade like a hitman barberI let off a round, you do a roundhouseAnd we can see who kicked back harderNickel, we can't find youThat's where your momma and dada atDome shot, blow out your brainWon't get your dada backHands on with it, I don't battle rapVicious looks like fishin' hooksSnatchin' rappers out they habitatThey doubted I'm bout it, gun in the holsterI ain't have to pull the pistol out itI can punch a quarter and knock two dimes and a nickel out itAnd it's gon' cost you a pretty pennyThese rappers is mini-binnie'sWhy would we argue with our sons on that microphone?These rappers leave crumbs on that microphoneYou shouldn't rap until we done with the microphoneI'm pop, Biggie and Porn on that microphoneIt's gon' be hard for you to breathe on that microphoneI take the air out in them C on that microphoneGet you paid behind these bars, get my Rikers onYou gon' appreciate the mic when your mic is goneI'm pop, Biggie and Porn on that microphone