Handle That

[Intro] Yo, it's your boy Tenn Buick Got my man JNp in the back Yo J...what we 'bout to do right here brotha? [Verse 1] The way I murder bitch rappers is an art, shit is beautiful I'll be in the back takin selfies at your funeral Barackin' nigga, I do it on the usual Niggas break and bend 'em, me I never knew the rules I be rippin' beats up, be sure that this verse’ll Let you know I got flow like insurance commercials I'm always on the grind nigga, I can make them thangs pop Lyrics make your brain stop every time the bass knock You could bring your whole squad, I could take 'em all Call a nigga Tom Brady, why? I'll deflate your balls Slice 'em off, mail 'em to your fam, if you're eggin' me on I could get 'em crackin', make a Reek out of Theon I know you don't get it boy, these rhymes is arcane I make fun of everyone I'm Seth MacFarlane You see I'm made of rubber man, you are glue D2, I’m a dick? Yeah, you are too [Hook] Can you handle that? Yeah nigga, can you handle that? Yeah nigga, can you handle that? If you ain't rockin' on the mic nigga hand it back (x2) [Verse 2] Stick 'em up stick 'em up, like your bank was gettin' knocked off Tell me that you not soft, I will knock your block off Always hear you mouth off, never seen you pop off Break fake MCS just to get my rocks off Not just hats, I snap backs like Bane T-E-double-N, I run tracks like trains Screamin' fuck the world, why is that so wrong? Middle finger got stuck it was up so long See, I will crack a jaw even when I’m in a nice mood Kill beats I love nigga, I don’t even like you Want a beat murked, then you talkin' to the right dude Hand your boy a mic, ain't no tellin' what I might do If you want a verse, ain't no tellin' what you might get Rhymes so fresh nigga, I ain't even ripe yet If you ain't a Tenn fan, better change your mindset Hits in the chamber that I ain't even write yet [Hook] [Bridge] These dudes ain't relevant, I disregard 'em These cats is full when I’m out here starvin' Flow's invincible, I got the star son Feelin' spacey, I'll House of Cards 'em When I choke this game out, Rickson Gracie With a hockey mask on, that’s word to Casey Got a baseball bat, and I pack the blades see Watch your mouth cause I'll break your face, G [Verse 3] You niggas ain't hard, pretty little liars When you hear the consequences, boy that shit is dire Man I thought he was a cool cat, I caught him with a wire Then I had a dude in stitches like he watchin' Richard Pryor Hit 'em wit a blowtorch and a pair of pliers I stay on that Marcellus flow, I swear that shit is fire All you niggas stay washed up like y'all ain't got a dryer Now sit back and take listen, no for real which nigga flyer? See y'all niggas 'mire when I'm turnin' up the decibels Rock the mic so very well, make them niggas jelly, hell 'Bout to end careers, you can hear the deadly knell If they want some static then I'm Diddy with the kettlebell Listen up closely it’s real important Better call a squad, call reinforcements You don't want it with me when the shit is gettin' stirred I’m the illest motherfucker that you niggas ever heard