Phantom-Why Battle Rap Isn't About Happiness (Prod. By Phantom)

Whenever one of my friends end up slaughtered murdered massacred and dead I can't cry and I know why in my life I've watched five people die I've even taken life three times fuck talking to a counselor that's the shit I can't change assassins always adapt to their environment I don't even worry when its a life or death situation maverick 88s and 38s straight out the gate it's me or you I don't play no games that's why phantom will always be king cus I always stay in my lane give a fuck if I killed your best friend (Joey The Bitch Shit Bosskez) that's why your regime needs henchmen amateurs and sloppy ass pussies for the bodies I caught in the ending for the topics I spit to all my fans I was raised in an evil ass environment and have witnessed true evil I've held body parts and appendiges and my fans wounder why my raps ain't about happiness in life I'm kinda complacent yet suppressed with a calmy controlled rage fuck puncturing your lungs with a sulfuric acid coated switch blade fuck forcing you to smoke freebased coke its anthrax up your nose while napalm disinigrate your toes your stature I'm forcing to fold bitch what did you think this was black jack in this track I'm fucking you from face to ass crack after I'm done with you there is no calling me back when phantom goes off its king savage with a battle axe its medieval war massacures back to classical racial slurs and hate crimes in the mix of a battle rap I'm over here fucking bitches though who are you your always in your parents basement stuck in premature aggrivated masturbation fuck a facebook notification in 94 pops got caught slippen in a game of Russian roulette wig got split that's what happens when you get to crown guzzling two fifths chugging more like call the dog catcher before I get rabbid the vets need of a muzzle has been established fuck your fur coat mainstream fashion to the rich and fashious I'm lashing advance pawn to play four square advancing war zone general manage fuck your ships captain ill flip a yacht before I tip ya waitress about to toss this ditzy blonde chicks salad captain save a hoe is on a salvage mission strictly thick bitch bidness like rack city chick I don't cut check I just fuck tricks the forever more than legendary olympian is strictly a massacist to all my los and lettes you know I'm down with the king klick spark a fat blunt as I take a fat bong rip your about to get curb check if you keep talking ship bumping gums rubbing chaffed pussy lips like boy scoutt erections you fuck boys need to get a grip like vaginal virgin lining shreading your sphinchter is tearing and ripping when I battle rap its classified as sodimy