3-15
HorcruX
I'm Mewtwo evolving
Immune to my offspring
In fumes with my calling
Go 'head and replay that part cause I know you're simple-minded
Hot-headed like torches
Chillin' wit' mo' drugs
West Linn chick -gorgeous
I'm Voldemort's horcrux
Rappin' is my magic; see if you find it

Three Fifteen wit' a dash in between
Hittin' the scene where they passin' the green
Guess rappin's passed in my genes
Got a cutie wit' a booty like, "how'd you get that ass in 'em jeans?"

Oh, man
I swear my teachers should'a taken my iPod away
Queen on a king-size cause I gotta lay
Suckas wanna battle, then why not today? Ugh!
I swear I'm just a kid that happens to twist words
Fuck a punchline; my wrist hurts
Matchin' chronic -mixed herbs
Two white blondies faded -alcohol sedated- role playin' as sisters
They photogenic; they bonin', headin' -and we headin' to cut like scissors
My mother would be displeased -way I see pussy deceased
Got greed for these
Lines and rhymes -sun up to sun down -piece to piece
Y'all better head the beats
I'll lead the feast when I eat MCs
Unleash the beast and increase my cheese
Remember the name: it's Fif, yo
You suckas better retreat to peace, yeah

Got an adrenaline rush
I'll settle the dust after killing the beat
Remember, I crush
In fact, I might punch a person that mugs -whatever the scene
It'll be a moshpit; watch it
This'll be a shoe that you will not fit, got it?
Switchin' up the rhythm so you know that I'm a problem
Hit me for them writtens I be spittin' 'cause I got them

A youngin' that got the hang of his flows
I hang at the spot to hang with the bros
Began as a scrub, now hang with the hoes
Fuck all that bullshit that's sung 'bout your woes
Kill any set I perform at the shows
Shout out the fans at the front rows
Best get to duckin' if it comes to blows
MMA passion; I'm servin' K.O.s

Came from the bottomless pit
Watch out -I'm 'bout to spit
Before I begin, gimme a bottle to sip
Ask me 'bout the fuck I don't give
Fuck your branded fashion; if you have it you'll get blasted
Like I'm plastered with some Captain
Damn, it's such fantastic action
Twisted-tongue tongue twisters; I'm too vicious
Fuck ya Swishers; I've got Zig-zag wraps when I hit this
I'll tell ya what the trick is, simplest lyrics from the fittest
Fuck the critics; mind ya business
I'm just kickin' with my writtens, hoe

The meanest asshole eats emcees with green Tabasco
Jeez Louise, the beast's a rascal
Lean and green for demon jackals
Cheese increased, repeated cashflow -indeed a hassle
Sixteens with schemes so bashful mixed with mean, demeaning fast flows
Build me a castle with queens to dazzle

Time to tick it if you tockin' (talkin')
Watch me spit it how I jot it
Got a problem -better stop it
Pop it, lock it, drop it
When she's squattin', she's a target
If I hit it, she will bop it
Scream for my deposit
My sink has got a faucet; excess semen, you can wash it
Exes see me, then I'm flossin'
Bleedin' in my closet if you beefin' or you gossip
If you dreamin', dream with caution
I'm the Reaper -I'm exhausted
If you need me, then I'll be up in my rocket
'Bout to re-up with some profit
Speed up to a comet
I'm dizzy -Im'a vomit

Pills and liquor got him feelin' sicker
Tellin' you this spitter's wicked twistin' lyrics when he's spittin'
Whether off the dome or written, serious or kiddin'
His vision's unforgivin'
You'd be lucky to be livin' after verses he be kickin'
He's cocky -you a chicken
Think you'll stop him -must be trippin'
Got him feelin' like a villian, killin' victims when he split 'em with a rhythm
Got 'em spinnin'; drippin' when he rid 'em of the limbs
Intestines will be missin' 'cause
Takes guts to fuck with me
Y'all ain't nothin' but a bunch of schmucks to me
Your bars are your bitch's hip -they're a waist (waste)
Your bars are your bitch's lips -they suck to me
Slut's gotta have ass tryna fuck with me
If she half-ass nasty sex, luxury of my company
Or lunch on me is a distant reality suddenly