Microphone Killa II

(album: 28 Wednesdays Later - 2020)

Yeah
Webby
Big Merk in the fucking building
I am the mic the microphone killa
I said I am the mic the microphone killa
Yeah
We the Canadian Connecticut connection
Ridin dirty as Chamillionaire since my conception
Pocket full of weed while I was sitting in detention
And sold it to my teachers cause they knew I had discretion
That's why they let me slide when I just couldn't pay attention
And gave me a C when my score was 37
Always battled anxiety and depression
But when that beat's on it's like divine intervention
Murder snap crackle and pop Ima have for lunch
Choking Count Chocula while I'm stabbing Captain Crunch
Leaving Toucan Sam slumped when I blast the pump
Switching to the buckshot for that silly rabbit chump
Smack the Smacks frog literally
With Raid spray for that Honey Nut Cheerio Bee
Shoot the stripes off of Tony when I'm gripping the trigger
Do you get it now? I'm a fucking cereal killer
I'm the main course, y'all the fucking ketchup and mustard
War with me? I'll leave you looking like you're General Custer
I'm sticking up the bank leaving federals flustered
I've been fed amphetamines since I was 7 been buzzing but
Pharmaceutically
Since I hit puberty
Chemically imbalanced since jump bitch Google me
Usually
Find me in the booth physically abusing brutally
Microphone killa this a eulogy
(Pop, pop, pop)

We gon' line 'em up
Knock 'em down
Show up in your side of town
Hear the trunk rattle from the subs when we ride around
Ride around, show up in your side of town
Line 'em up
Knock 'em down
Motherfucka you all know that
I am the mic the microphone killa
Yeah, I am the mic the microphone killa
Yeah

Pull out the strap and put dots on you like dalmatians
Causing earthquakes in the studio feel the ground shaking
I drop bombs like I'm going to war with Al-Qaeda
Fuck Hollywood the whole industry is ran by child rapists
I grab the mic and fucking break it in two
As an example of what happens if you play with my crew
I'm fucking snapping on these rappers bitch I'm straight up the truth
Oh you would think I got evicted the way I'm making these moves
I'm going exorcist on the entire freshman list, they shook
Make they lines disappear, that's an Etch-a-Sketch
Now voted off the island, hold your sign up saying SOS
Go tell 'em all that they can suck my dick so nothing's left unsaid
I'm fucking furious, get lost
Tell ya chick to get the hint the bitch is curious like George
I am goat level, yup
I'm superior to y'all
Something serious, y'all don't know who you're dealing with on God
Now I might ignite the kerosene
I'm Iron Mike training for the title fight beware of me
I don't like the fact you pussies share the same air I breathe
A crazy ass Canadian and a cold blooded Cherokee

We gon' line 'em up
Knock 'em down
Show up in your side of town
Hear the trunk rattle from the subs when we ride around
Ride around, show up in your side of town
Line 'em up
Knock 'em down
Motherfucka you all know that
I am the mic the microphone killa
Yeah, I am the mic the microphone killa
Yeah