Latin Hustle - Mic Murderer lyrics

[Young E] [Verse 1] Murder on the f**in' beat Ima be here for a while, take a f**in' seat Ya'll wack rappers is unwanted, like rotten meat I swear my rhymes are delicious, so f**in' sweet And you can get some, I call it "Trick or Treat" Assa**ination with my rhymes With my pen, I fill up lines I've been keepin' this in, it's time to unwind I keep it G, unlike most of mankind I'm rappin' for the f** of it not tryna get signed [Verse 2] k**in' any wack MC Who dares step to me I mix everything together in my raps, recipe You shall die if you test me, the Big E I'm being watched all the time, but I ain't no TV Verbal rape in every lyric I swear all the pain, you can hear it I take this steering wheel called life and steer it There's a CoolGuy in the house, you fear him But yet, all you people wanna do is hear him My lines are filled with craziness Most of these n***as' rhymes, are filled with laziness You girls are addicted to me, f**in' crazy b**hes Protesters that go against me get eighty stitches I'm too hot, is that why there's an empty kitchen? Young E keeps grantin' amazing wishes