[Intro: Phone-EG]
N***as askin' where Phone-E's at, eh?
I heard n***as beakin' to my tings, eh?
Sayin' Phone-E's this and Phone-E's that
Phone-E's dick is wum wum
N***as sayin', "Phone-E's not out here with the burners"
Are you fuckin' blem, dawg?

[Verse 1: Phone-EG]
Bucket hat on cause I'm a real-ass n***a
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 bitch watchin' TV on the couch
I got this one gun, so fuckin' 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 fuckin' bullet, turn Godzilla into sushi

[Mixtape interlude: Phone-EG and Big Squidward]
— Holy fuck! 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 fuck's Rupert, dawg?
— Yo, man said Phone-E doesn't have the burners, eh?
— Are you fu– yo, Biggz! Yo, Biggz! Yo, where the fuckin' burners, dawg?
— Gimme the burner, dawg!
— Yo, you like that?
— Squeeze it!
— Yo, just hold that for me … ride out, these n***as don't know!
— Ride out! Ride out, any day!
— These n***as 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 fuck, G? My hands are full, though…
— Yo, just hold the ting, dawg!

[Video interlude: Phone-EG and Big Squidward]
— Holy fuck! Yo, fam!
— Yo, Biggz, Squidward, you guys have to hold the gun, [?] still
— Yo, what the fuck, G? My hands are full, though…
— Yo, just hold the ting, dawg!

[Verse 2: Phone-EG]
Ayo, when Phone-E ride out, n***as hide out
Phone-E slide out the burner, scope you n***as out like tryouts
Then hit you with the burner, the same shit 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 scrap 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***as 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 fuckin' 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 fuckin' day, dawg, Phone-EG's here, bro!
Where you goin', dawg?
Run up and get the dunnaz, dawg, seen?
Oh, fuckin' [?], you guys are wastemans, dawg
Early
Phone-EG's really out here, dawg, see what I'm sayin'?
Truss me!
Thanks

[Video outro: Phone-EG and unknown voice]
You fuckin' 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 fuckin' day, dawg, Phone-EG's here, bro!
Where you goin', dawg?
Run up and get the dunnaz, dawg, seen?
Oh, fuckin' [?], 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 FUCKING KNOW…
— I heard you the first time, dawg!
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…