[Intro: Phone-EG and unknown voice]
— Phone-EG
— Hello?
— You dun know say the tape is straight fire, seen?
— That's not even my phone…
— …a lickle fame, money…
— Who is this?
— The streets is fucking with the tape, bitches wanna give you head…
— Who the FUCK is this?
— But I dun know say you're happy, seen? I see that
— I am…
— But you know there's something bothering you, Phone-E
— Shut up!
— Something burning you, Phone-EG!
— No, there's not!
— You know it, fam!
— Fuck you!
— Holding back isn't gonna do shit, seen? Man ah need to let it out
— No!
— Let it the fuck out, G!
— Get out my bucket hat! Fuck you! (glass shatters) You think you can handle this side? When I'm pissed? (glass shatters) You don't fuckin– you don't fucking know! Fuck it!

[Verse 1: Phone-EG]
I dropped this mixtape, took the world by surprise
The 6 has talent, pussy, open up your eyes
(I bump your shit, fam!) Liars in disguise
You ever been to hell, n***a, welcome to my life
Bucket hat on cause I'm a– stop the flow, man
Phone-E known to blow mans
Phone-E known to smoke mans
Phone-E known to grab the burner
Stick it down his throat, fam
Leave his body at his momma's door, all alone, man, damn!
Its Mr. Bucket Hat, Mr. Don't Pack the Gat
Mr. Get His Chain Snatched and Don't Do Nothing Back
Mr. Caught the Bug When He Fucked the Ting Bareback
Mr.– Fuck that!
Why would you even come and try Phone-E?
Do you wanna die, homie?
When the bullets fly, mandem reaching for the sky
And mandem thought Phone-E wasn't 'bout it
Now the doctor's pulling bullet fragments out his pelvis
I aimed for his dome, but then I shot low
My gun was too heavy, I call it Dumbo
Oh, no, Kimbo couldn't hold Phone-E's chrome
He has a better chance taking Arthur's sword from the stone
You n***as thinking it's a game? Let's play
Real-life Duck Hunt with your mom and your bae
You n***as like Mario without the shrooms
Phone-E's like Bowser greasing Peach in the room
Now what you gonna do when Phone-E's heading to your space?
Your heart race, you say grace and you start to brace
My gun is like your boss when you're asking for a raise
Intimidated when there's guys in your face

[Interlude: Phone-EG and unknown voice]
— That's exactly what the fuck I'm talking about, dawg
— Who are you?
— Let it the fuck out, dawg!
— No!
— You get shit off your chest and I still dun know say there's more, let it ALL out, fam!
— Please! No!
— You talked about these wastemans, what about these waste cyatties?
— Fuck them!
— How do you feel about these waste fucking ratchets, dawg?
— I hate them!
— Let 'em fucking know, Phone-EG!
— You want me to let 'em know?
— Let 'em know!
— Okay…
— LET 'EM FUCKING KNOW…
— I heard you the first time, dawg!

[Verse 2: Phone-EG]
Fuck 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 bitches crony
Bitch, your pussy smell like cheese, eggs and salami
I met this one slu, got her wavy like tsunami
Slide the drawers off, pussy looser than pastrami
Mami, you should understand who you're fucking with
Phone-E not the one to be set up like a drumming set
This dutty bitch 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
I could start setting these tings up with ease
D, I'm talking 'bout, "Can I get a photoshoot, please?"
The bitch come through, the bitch on her knees
The burner is the camera, now can you say cheese?
Now this is why you really shouldn't fuck around with Phone-E
Phone-E got the tools to leave your body floppy like bologna
Holy moly, Phone-E, now your momma's extra lonely
Solely for the fact that only holy man can hold me
Holy Phone-E
He's not playing games
I am a Hummer, bitch, stay in your lane
I am Billy Bishop, you are nothing but a plane
You are a roach, I'm a bottle of that Raid
You are a puppy and I am a Great Dane
The burner is my rabbit and I am David Blaine
Now run, Forrest, run
I'll give a head start, my bullet's Michael Johnson
One of my smallest clips will leave King Kong stunned
Imagine what'll happen if I shoot the big one
They say, "All Phone-E raps about is his guns"
To those people I say, "Three, two, one"