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letra de phone-e's revenge - phone-eg

[intro: phone-eg]
n-ggas askin’ where phone-e’s at, eh?
i heard n-ggas beakin’ to my tings, eh?
sayin’ phone-e’s this and phone-e’s that
phone-e’s d-ck is wum wum
n-ggas sayin’, “phone-e’s not out here with the burners”
are you f-ckin’ blem, dawg?

[verse 1: phone-eg]
bucket hat on cause i’m a real–ss n-gga
slang the rock on the block, no, i’m not jigga
beakin’ out my name make phone-e squeeze triggers
bazooka at your door, phone-e pizza, i deliver
break inside the crib, 60 bullets to the liver
turn your body inside out, like you playin’ for the clippers
phone-e got gats, what you talkin’ bout?
like an orthodontist, tell you, “open up your mouth”
now i bet the burner bitter like guinness extra stout
leave you layin’ like a fat b-tch watchin’ tv on the couch
i got this one gun, so f-ckin’ big
stand too close, i’ll spark up, barbecue your ribs
i got this next one, recoil so strong
shoot it in toronto, end up in hong kong
when the dezzie burp, it don’t say, “excuse me”
one f-ckin’ bullet, turn godzilla into sushi

[mixtape interlude: phone-eg and big squidward]
— holy f-ck! yo, fam! yo … yo, phone-e!
— what?
— yo, word on the block, g … word on the block, a man wants to dun you. run, seen? a man’s talkin’ crazy out there, dawg!
— who– yo, hold on, hold on…
— a man named rupert’s comin’ for your head, g!
— who the f-ck’s rupert, dawg?
— yo, man said phone-e doesn’t have the burners, eh?
— are you fu– yo, biggz! yo, biggz! yo, where the f-ckin’ burners, dawg?
— gimme the burner, dawg!
— yo, you like that?
— squeeze it!
— yo, just hold that for me … ride out, these n-ggas don’t know!
— ride out! ride out, any day!
— these n-ggas don’t know! phone-eg’s out here, dawg!
— ah! ah! ah!
— yo, biggz, squidward, you guys have to hold the gun, [?] still
— yo, what the f-ck, g? my hands are full, though…
— yo, just hold the ting, dawg!

— holy f-ck! yo, fam!
— yo, biggz, squidward, you guys have to hold the gun, [?] still
— yo, what the f-ck, g? my hands are full, though…
— yo, just hold the ting, dawg!

[verse 2: phone-eg]
ayo, when phone-e ride out, n-ggas hide out
phone-e slide out the burner, scope you n-ggas out like tryouts
then hit you with the burner, the same sh-t you lied ’bout
make your momma cry ’bout you gettin’ punished
permanent timeout
ayo, phone-e gets grungy, my grandma don’t love me
i’ll scr-p a crocodile, call me phone-eg dundee
come through like a stepdad and take away your son’s weed
trust me
you don’t want the beef with the eg
when n-ggas start singin’, pointin’ fingers like they’re e.t
bust you in the head, yes, the aim is greezy, believe me
wipe up your blood with a squeegee
i’ll make it look easy
the peace don’t please me
especially when the burners in the glove box yellin’, “squeeze me!”

[mixtape outro: phone-eg]
you f-ckin’ batty boys!
yo, you guys are real wastemans, eh?
phone-eg’s really out here in brampton, dawg
run up and give your grandmother defas, dawg
what are you, blem?
you dun know say i’m out here, dawg
every day, every f-ckin’ day, dawg, phone-eg’s here, bro!
where you goin’, dawg?
run up and get the dunnaz, dawg, seen?
oh, f-ckin’ [?], you guys are wastemans, dawg
early
phone-eg’s really out here, dawg, see what i’m sayin’?
truss me!
thanks

you f-ckin’ batty boys!
yo, you guys are real wastemans, eh?
phone-eg’s really out here in brampton, dawg
run up and give your grandmother defas, dawg
what are you, blem?
you dun know say i’m out here, dawg
every day, every f-ckin’ day, dawg, phone-eg’s here, bro!
where you goin’, dawg?
run up and get the dunnaz, dawg, seen?
oh, f-ckin’ [?], you guys are wastemans, dawg
early
phone-eg’s really out here, dawg, see what i’m sayin’?
(scratch)
— you want me to let ’em know?
— let ’em know!
— okay…
— let ’em f-cking know…
— i heard you the first time, dawg!
f-ck these waste cyatties! dash ’em all away
get a little money and they’re all up in your face
get a few followers, they’re all up in your base
get a couple likes and they all start to chase
phone-e spitting facts now, most these b-tches crony
b-tch, your p-ssy smell like cheese, eggs and salami
i met this one slu, got her wavy like tsunami
slide the drawers off, p-ssy looser than pastrami
mami, you should understand who you’re f-cking with
phone-e not the one to be set up like a drumming set
this dutty b-tch tried to get phone-e drunk, oh wow!
(shoot it in toronto, end up in hong kong)
let’s just say i’m in hong kong for now…

- phone eg

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