[FphAty-Verse 1]
I put fear in mother f**ers who dare to do me the same
Make their pride decrease at its all time low. Test me if you think I'm playin'
I write my rhymes on toilet paper cause my verses are the sh**
Compared to these local b**hes that claim to be legit
I never turned my back. I just kept on moving forward
It ain't my fault that y'alls pace is much more slower
I'm a hungry son of a b**h who doesn't stop until he's satisfied
Y'all didn't just get who*ed. Y'all b**hes got deep fried
P3 is where it's at. Reppin' it all day and night
Brand our log on your a** with these iron hot punchlines
Your b**hes neck's my main squeeze. Jeez Louise, her mouth is such a tease
Gag her throat with this Mexi-co*k. Aggressively
Strawberry shortcake's the treatment I'mma give her
Cum in her face and punch her nose, then watch her blood drip (uuhhh)
This is Fphaty Garcia gracing the beat with k**osophy
As fresh as all the products made by giant ole Jolly Green
[Blade-Verse 2]
[John Greazey-Verse 3]
[Suspect-Verse 4]