[Vers 1: Phats Tha Physician]
I must be mad at you for holding the bars like Attica
I exist in 3 out of 4 homes like calibers
If you really think that you're better you really bent
Trust me, bitch, I know how to rob like 50 Cent
Verbally nice, consider me the serpant of mice
When I die (?) smoking herlbs with Christ
Phats, the feds is lovin' him, you seen this before?
How many people hear you rhyme and end up shocked and appaled?
I mean I've been outshining what you n***as been doing for years
Face your fears cause I'm here to stay like Birdman's tears
Fuck the peers that you run with, you butterfly bitches
What you think is a fly rhymer is just another lie, bitches
Like the arm of an heroin addict, I've been dope
Roll a gram then I hang with my clan like Jim Crow
Kick in the door as I'm on the road to riches
The flow's malicious, persuasive like Jehova's Witness
I know you're jealous, and you used to try and silence me
I evolve like a patient that got hepatitis C
This'll be the last time I get asked for a feature
Cause since bar 4 I've been hardcore through the speakers
I feel like robbing salt cause there's drawers in my scope
These are shark infested waters, you gone need a bigger boat
My rap's fatal and I'm ripping it hard
Y'all simple and odd, I be having picnics with God
If you faggots think I'm playing then let's form a big circle
Call my weed Whoopi Gold cause the color is purple
[Vers 2: Cezinando]
Ja, du sitter hjemme og griner, vi jobber til vi svimer
De kan'ke touche oss men trøster seg med å late som de er pantomimer
Claimer skills (?), det kreves mer enn at dritten rimer
Hvor var du da Danny snekra tape på 24 timer?
Hvem er du til å leke smart?
Bare la meg og gutta lage tracks og drekke hardt
Kona di blir enke snart
Senke farten, neh, tro'kke det, for jeg er snart der
Ferdig her og de legger ned blomster som på gravferd
Det e'kke bare litt shit
Når alt det kule ved deg er døvere enn Hellen Keller og livet ditt er fiktivt
Fet fantasi, bro, feitere enn Cee-Lo
Damegamet ditt er er lik din wifey; min ho
Dere ha'kke paid dues, en pack med gay dudes
Vi spiller show for fem siffer og no Grey Goose

[Vers 3: El Axel]
If you're reigning on top, I reign in blood
The floor below hell, never made love
Blaze blunts as I pork a chick
Bestiality porn enthusiasts wouldn't support the shit
I'm 'posed to flip, you crossed off the grid
Stallone in Cliffhanger; you lost your grip
I was born for this, you´re already gone
In Dannyboy hours; 24
The force is getting ready, they say we're over the hill
Yeah, in the air doing 720
Switch Misty flips we're getting ready to land
Tipsy, which is very necessary to add
I'm looking for a secretary to bang
Kill pussy for the pet cemetary to have
Mess with us, fuck EQ!
We encourage you to have sex with us
[Vers 4: Danny]
Kongen av metaforer, verbalt breial som en boler
Knekker koder I hodet som jeg var en dekoder
D, A, dobbel N, Y, verdt å legge spenn I
Legger opp linjer som gjør en straight kar avhengig
Jeg spytter gull, mann
Så jeg vurderer og fikse meg en gulltann
De sier ''Danny, han er helt vill''
Min stil er så dødelig at jeg cruiser I en likbil
Laidback som en stressless
Legger et vers; fet tekst
Slenger ut tracks, null stress
Hver eneste konsert får jeg mad cred
Emcees står igjen som tomser
For de føler seg rævkjørte som .. hysj
Hyper opp imaget ditt for litt fame
Men står igjen som Hallik Malik med no caine
Stilen er universal
Grunnen til at jeg signerte med Universal
Rima mine de er rimelig brutal
Får dine til å se som et lite rundt tall
Spytter metaforer mer enn normalt
Har verbalt større kjeft enn det Aylar har oralt
Så du trodde jeg var done? Huh, skjønner
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