[Produced by DJ Premier]
[Intro: Suga]
This is the pickup line, I got to big up mine
[Verse 1: KXNG CROOKED]
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 boxin' gloves off, hand 'em to the gods (Go!)
Slaughterhouse, we the military in this bitch, yeah
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 ma'fucker, I don't think Joe Jackson
And Buster Douglas could ever do a mic worse
[Chorus: KXNG CROOKED]
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
[Verse 2: Royce da 5'9"]
This the difference between y'all niggas and real rap
The competition fell back, niggas aks
How much did I used 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 been baller
Before niggas was hype beasts, my niggas was bike thieves
You let it out your sight and they take it to sightsee (What up!)
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
[Chorus: Royce da 5'9", KXNG CROOKED]
I got the mass appeal, I'm tryna murder the microphone
I'm tryna murder the microphone
"I'ma give up drinkin' when she give her emotions up"
That was part uno, this is part two though
[Verse 3: Joell Ortiz, KXNG CROOKED, Joe Budden]
Oh, you don't know? Let me learn ya
I body the beat and watch it skip, call it my murder, the nerve of
Anyone who ain't heard of the gang that don't tweet
Simultaneous for the sake of the servers (House Gang, what up!)
Other groups basic mergers
We extort 'em from a distance, takin' it further (Ugh)
Drama could be all yours, why you want a war for?
You can't go at uno, motherfucker, that's a draw four (Woo!), huh?
We started out as just a feature on a Joe joint
Fuck around now, you under bleachers soon as Joe point
Brothers for real, I can honestly say
If you come at me, there'll be three dots on you while I'm still typin' (Let's go!)
Meet fire, street fighters when these pens writin'
Shady, you go through us to get to Em, Bison
(Come on, Quick, you wylin' again)
Nah, Joe, these niggas stupid, boy, we do this shit, yaowa
[Chorus: Joell Ortiz, KXNG CROOKED]
I'm tryna murder the microphone
I'm tryna murder the microphone
"Too many frogs go 'ribbit' but never leave lilies"
That was part uno, this is part two though
[Verse 4: Joe Budden]
These niggas might play cray, try slay me
Off my mic vacay, call it right, it's mayday (Ugh)
Right footed melee, strapped a light AK
Every bar get in the face like Ice JJ (Word)
Do it for Em, my squad do it for Bundles (Uh)
Could've been copped the Phantom, bought the Benz bein' humble
Still, the nickel plated known to get 'em situated
It's return fire, even when Joey initiate it, so
How I feel about these rap niggas? Fuck 'em all
Drake rhyme about these bitches, I just fuck 'em all
A hunnid 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 (Word)
Call a spade a spade, nigga, try follow suit
[Chorus: Joe Budden, KXNG CROOKED]
Uh, I'm tryna murder the microphone
Bring it back to life and murder that microphone
"Too many big dogs, not enough barkin' yet"
That was part uno, this is part two though
[Outro: Sample & KXNG CROOKED]
We will be here forever
And ever and ever and ever and—
Ever and ever and ever and ever and—
Ever and ever and ever and ever and ever!
House Gang, what up!
