[Intro: Phone-EG]
n*ggas askin' where Phone-E's at, eh?
I heard n*ggas beakin' to my tings, eh?
Sayin' Phone-E's this and Phone-E's that
Phone-E's di*k is wum wum
n*ggas sayin', "Phone-E's not out here with the burners"
Are you f*ckin' blem, dawg?
[Verse 1: Phone-EG]
Bucket hat on cause I'm a real-ass n*gga
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 b*tch watchin' TV on the couch
I got this one gun, so f*ckin' 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 f*ckin' bullet, turn Godzilla into sushi
[Mixtape interlude: Phone-EG and Big Squidward]
— Holy f*ck! 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 f*ck's Rupert, dawg?
— Yo, man said Phone-E doesn't have the burners, eh?
— Are you fu– yo, Biggz! Yo, Biggz! Yo, where the f*ckin' burners, dawg?
— Gimme the burner, dawg!
— Yo, you like that?
— Squeeze it!
— Yo, just hold that for me … ride out, these n*ggas don't know!
— Ride out! Ride out, any day!
— These n*ggas 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 f*ck, G? My hands are full, though…
— Yo, just hold the ting, dawg!
[Video interlude: Phone-EG and Big Squidward]
— Holy f*ck! Yo, fam!
— Yo, Biggz, Squidward, you guys have to hold the gun, [?] still
— Yo, what the f*ck, G? My hands are full, though…
— Yo, just hold the ting, dawg!
[Verse 2: Phone-EG]
Ayo, when Phone-E ride out, n*ggas hide out
Phone-E slide out the burner, scope you n*ggas out like tryouts
Then hit you with the burner, the same sh*t 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*ggas 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 f*ckin' 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 f*ckin' day, dawg, Phone-EG's here, bro!
Where you goin', dawg?
Run up and get the dunnaz, dawg, seen?
Oh, f*ckin' [?], 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 f*ckin' 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 f*ckin' day, dawg, Phone-EG's here, bro!
Where you goin', dawg?
Run up and get the dunnaz, dawg, seen?
Oh, f*ckin' [?], 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 f*ckING KNOW…
— I heard you the first time, dawg!
f*ck 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 b*tches crony
b*tch, your pus*y smell like cheese, eggs and salami
I met this one slu, got her wavy like tsunami
Slide the drawers off, pus*y looser than pastrami
Mami, you should understand who you're f*cking with
Phone-E not the one to be set up like a drumming set
This dutty b*tch 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…