On the microphone I let off like a time bomb,

ya lyrics are shit, and ya rhyme wrong//

ya gay ass bitch, comin at me with ya weak ass shit,

you probably suckin on the mic like a meat stick//

I leave you open mouthed like steven hawking,

You just a rookie with a g-unit shirt you be rocking//

wit 15 posts and a 0-0 record you be little,

imma have ten servings of you like the golden griddle//

you wanna battle, i leave muthafuckas in crisis,

cant fuck wit me my rhymestyles priceless//

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Phive Is standing Tall