On The Verge Phillie Tha Kyd (Ft. Hopsin)

[Verse 1: Phillie Tha Kyd]
I'm just a loser who's abused the rap game
Walk around confused like Phillie is that my rap name?
They say I'm crazy baby, you wouldn't know
Before you get trapped in a back room when I'm slashing your throat
Nope, that's a joke, hope you don't mind
Searchin' in my style and dope you going to find
I'm just a lunatic, maniac, crazy man
Stabbing the fuck out of a box of Raisin Bran (cereal killer)
Two bigass scoops of moral fiber
Chewin' lines of Tony of Tony than does a tiger
And I'm great, they call me the frostflake
You watch your body parts as they get spread across the lake
I'll stake you to a cross, dammit for Christ's sake
Gonna invite you back to my place to eat some rice cake
Phillie's with a rap mixed into a light base
Not only the rock dose, but just the right taste

[Chorus: Phillie Tha Kyd]
It's like I've been here for way too long
But people keep on singing my songs
So how the fuck am I supposed to walk away
When I feel like I'm on the verge of being great
It's like I've been here for way too long
But people keep on singing my songs
So how the fuck am I supposed to walk away
When I feel like I'm on the verge of being great