Aight dawg youre my homie and shit but i gotta ice ya


yo check one two three, this dumb as emcee, thinks he can beat me, well im not easy, phive be yellin, you cant defeat me,

yo im tha rap king so ya betta be loyal, hit you wit recoil, my ingenius rymes will make ya skin boil, ill be rippin and tearin like a gargoyle, bury ya lame ass in shit and some soil

you cant steal my lyrics cuz there high on lockdown, you know there aint enough room for us two in this town, so dont frown, ill mess ya face up so ya look like a clown, you know i like ta beat emcees with one verb and one noun,

i rip through ya ribcage, with much rage, ill be killin off emcees with a fuckin twelve gauge, make you dissapear like the ice age, then make you depressed with only one text page

now son ya heard what i said, i make a nice hole in ya head, wit a nice big chunk of lead, cops be finfdin ya bed sheets soaked in red, youre cause of death will be much blood shed

whats wrong kid you look ripped and torn, because im fuckin mad bitches, while youre watching gay porn, i watch poor niggas like you beg for cobs a corn, ill irritate ya flesh like a thorn, ive sworn ta beat ya ass, till you wish you were never born

i explode you like a hundred A bombs, while you spittin phives name, im screaming ya moms, you can check my stats at, phive beat ya ass .com

i dont like when emcees like you start hatin at me, cuz i rip ya lyrics apart like theyre on easy, youre small time son thats why bitches keep sayin you didnt please me, you suck so much cock son, youve got scabbed knees

you cant distort my lyrics, cuz im (fearless), come a little closer if you cant hear this,

i rap so enticeingly crazy my tounge hisses, you throw 10 swings and get 10 misses, you think youre gettin pussy cuz ya eatin hershy kisses,

dont fret, cuz my heat'll make ya sweat, my punchlines hit you like a tech, my guns be goin off making ya shirt wet, you think youre big and tuff fightin on the internet, well i bet, you aint ready or set, cuz Phive aint a light weight Phives a vet,

i cut out ya lungs and squeeze at ya throat, ill wear ya skin as a coat, pumpin you wit lead makin you bloat, you think im shakin cuz of the bullshit you wrote,

yo prophet you cant handle my spit, you complaining youre hands are dirty cuz ya feelin my shit, cuz i spit harsh lyrical wit, you cant move cuz you get hit, dont battle phie cant you get it,

i cant be beat im like the Rocky Marciano of rappin, im cappin at fearless prophet cuz hes lackin, im strappin and tappin while this nigga thinks his rap crap is happenin,

yo in this verse im gonna finish this clown, leave you a frown, sorry man you gotta leave theres no room for us two in this town, while i rise up you rise down, dont fuck with me unless you wanna wear a hospital gown, dumb mutha fucka, you cant beat Phive with any verb or pronoun

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Phive Is standing Tall