Phonk Alphabet, let the beat go on.... **[Verse]** Aw damn, round two already, here these clowns spin again Spittin' venom 'bout a true beast, let me pose this then How many y'all soft pricks own a single damn thread? Slut, me and my pack got our pads stacked, no debt Slut, me and my kin cut our tracks raw in the den Home-base lab, tricked out for your thot's pretend When she creeps past the gate, all she drops is the praise Bitch, I'm 'bout to torch a wood, so zip it, no phase Don't test me, I'll snap your frame if you snatch my wage Word to the wise: if you're jammed, haul ass from the stage I ain't toyin' with dumb fucks; I point blank anywhere Rig and prime on his core spark, freeze that punk bare Watch it crack like the frost when it slams the tile Bitch, I'm tryna peep the scene, whole crew on the isle Bitch, spit the foul word, we launch your lame ass adrift I ain't ever played soft, quiz all my ex sluts Mark, grill yours too, ha, he clueless as shit Yuh, yuh she rolled in and shed her threads on my rug Yuh, yuh she slurped me clean right 'fore she curved to your dub Yuh yuh, smashed his slut, and I shrug zero damn guilt I let these thots chase their itch how they fuckin' built 'Cause these thots gon' scratch what they fuckin' built South Side turf I'm rooted, don't care where I shift Warn a bitch bunker down 'cause the bread floodin' swift Fools probe where my bars hid, who the hell are you? Bitch, screw that verse grind, I'm just droppin' the raw cue And these chumps tune in late 'til I boom it from the pod All these spitters ghost pale, bitch why you shook, fraud? Is it 'cause I'm unchained, I own every damn strip? Fuck with me, I'll hurl the blast and nuke your weak script Frost king, storm brute, just a slice of my tags Bitch, I snag fresh ones each leap up the brag You slut What?
