A-F-R-O - Ma** Mic Murderer lyrics

[Intro] [Hook] Ayo, don't even know, yo, yo I'm the mic murderer! Listen, l-listen listen Ma**-ma** murderer! You don't even know, ah, yo I'm the mic murderer! Listen, yo, ay [Verse 1: A-F-R-O] I'm the kinda guy that might be alligned with the right minds But the rhyme will come bomb, the rhymes that I've written fine Precise timin', my rhymes strike in the mic in my hand My a**ignment combine timin' with mic [?] A shooting star, I root it all, you'll soon be out I make you blood red like the bright nose of Rudolph A knife fight in the dark, bringing in comfort, and warmth You get offensive, I suggest mics go back to your swamp Confuse you all, leave your who*e, nude, and all [?] cause, she's practically, a booty call With a smooth voice, groove choice, [?] toys And due to fall victim transition tubes, boy A funeral for you fixing a [?], feeble attempts from you Found a fitted embarra**ment Hilarity ensues, don't compare me to you Compared to me to you, lyrical monster is who you [?] with [Hook] [Verse 2: A-F-R-O] I call the magical, what happened to be, the black action Compact kind of contract chance, superhero status Call me Blackie Chan with these high-kicks, my fixes The nicest, the pipes that you smoke is enticing Fist is equivilant to Mike Tyson, the mic the strike of lightning Might be a gentlemen, but then again, alcoholism runs through My veins, making my visual frames spit, and Leaving these n***as as jitterous, hit 'em with any kind of A menace, go ignorant, literally fit in the picture And continue to [?], being a mean as felon that which My melon don't spit through these visual lyrics Got it going on in significantly, leader, and leading these MC's Free into a land Full of mics, and rhymes, and chimes, and kick, and snare Step in A-F-R-O territory, s**as beware [Hook]