im cut out ya heart and slit both ya wrists, you cant battle me, ill bump you up like radioactive scists,

my style is blunt and heavy, you might dodge a ford but ill smack you wit my chevy,

im ready for this emcee ta spit, cuz i brought toilet paper ta clean up his shit

i slay emcees like hercules,at the end of this rap youll be screamin noooooo please,

call me the toaster cuz i fry, you know your gonna lose kid dont cry

i tap bitches like austin powers, this mc doesnt take showers, ill knock yo ass flat like the twin towers,

my freestyle shit contains more wit than your spit, i bet your blind now kid you cant handle it,

ill be knockin you out like tyson lewis, why would you battle me you knew you would lose this,

you have alotta balls to battle phive you must have big nuts, cuz ill be searchin through ya stomach and rippin out ya guts

now youre done son, i played with ya head, you cant battle live, cuz ya rhymes are dead

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Phive Is standing Tall