Team P3 (The Eccentric Amazing Malicious Po' People Posse)

[FphAty-Verse 1] I put fear in mother fuckers 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 shit Compared to these local bitches 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 bitch who doesn't stop until he's satisfied Y'all didn't just get whored. Y'all bitches got deep fried P3 is where it's at. Reppin' it all day and night Brand our log on your ass with these iron hot punchlines Your bitches neck's my main squeeze. Jeez Louise, her mouth is such a tease Gag her throat with this Mexi-cock. 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 Killosophy As fresh as all the products made by giant ole Jolly Green [Blade-Verse 2] [John Greazey-Verse 3] [Suspect-Verse 4]