Phonk Alphabet, let the beat go on! **[Verse 1]** Claim you blastin' and slashin' and smashin' and crashin' I ain't buyin' that crap (Nah, son) Talk you flippin' and shippin' that dope by the slab I don't buy that trap (Nah, son) If that thot don't crown me the grimiest kingpin I don't buy that thot (Nah, son) If your bitch was locked, I'd hack in your skull And I'd dip out the spot (Nah, son) That cash you clutchin', I bet it's swiped loot I don't buy that grip (Nah, son) That strap you brandish, it's toy store cheap We don't buy that trip (Nah, son) If my J is packed, then I'm geared to inhale I'd never ditch that rip (Nah, son) If wealth grew tits and a wicked ass sway You'd never bag that chick (Nah, son) **[Verse 2]** All y'all marks are braindead, I lounge and maneuver Prefer y'all blind, I creep in and rewrite the maneuver Fix? Exterminate the label vultures Over the snakes who scheme to shank the producer Who can explain this curse I'm cursed with? My schemes brew mystic, with precision that's ruthless (Ooh) I strike in a blink (Ooh) Who you to this flawless phantom ink? Phantom queen revives just to croon for me Unsure if the reins are gripped by the fiend in me I slay then I crash, then blaze and relapse Spot you at sunrise with the squad in the black (Ooh) We slash and we hack and loop 'til the blackout I don't let these sluts run game on my trackout (Ooh) Bitch, scrub that grime, you can peep but stay slack **[Verse 3]** Slut, don't claim I'm soft on the static I idle then gut the whole faction Don whip, gold fangs on the ratchet Bind you tight from your neck to your panic Zero cares, bitch, I'm stacked to the brim Step wrong and you'll sink in the gimmick With a ghost on my chain, call me Phantom Prime No armor on your frame, then a slug to your timeline (Bitch) Fool, I'm stormin', no nook to conceal Roll with the reaper or bleed for your zeal Glide undercover, with crimson in the iris My cell on the thigh with the heat in the crisis Mark test me, then he's primed for the void Snatch all you hoard then flip it my ploy Bitch, I've been beastin' this, y'all fresh to the feast Erase every trace and damn, I'm deceased with it, bitch
