Ill, Literally Lyrics

Frosty fucking V, good morning and good night bitch
People talking shit because I'll treat a bitch like Mike Vick
Others getting jealous cause they know my fucking rhymes sick
So out of every rapper out there I'm the only right pick
615 'till the day I die, people want a title but that shit is mine
Fuck a hater with a nine inch knife, give me a light and I'll be sure to shine
Verse from SwizZz? I got that shit
Iced Over? Better cop that shit
Your microphone? Go drop that shit
Your rap career? I'll stop that shit
People probably thinking, "Frosty, why the fuck you do this?"
Simply cause I know that losing is something I won't miss
If somebody wants to talk slick and write a stupid diss
I'll laugh and smack them then provide 'em with my cracker ass to kiss

Here comes the fucking beast again with Mountain Dew and Bic pens
Watching every move I make like I'm looking through a paparazzi lens
Flip through pages of my life and I still can't seem to find an end
So I'mma keep on running and they still ain't gonna stop me then

Cooking up these rhymes, see I've got the perfect recipe
If you're going through a hard time my music is the remedy
It would be best to say a prayer to anyone who steps to me
Cause any mother fucking hater will be quick to rest in peace
Sick as fuck, literally, listen to my voice, yo
102 degree fever rapping without a choice, ho

DFUOB - You thought I wasn't gonna show?
Well here I am, it's Frosty V, now go and cast your vote, bro

When I'm on the mic and I start spitting all my bars
I'm never thinking about money, mansions, or any of these cars

I'm thinking about people, I'm trying to win your hearts
I want to be on stages pushing songs instead of carts
I've got a little message to the ones that tried to bring me down
You're all a bunch of fuck-ups, looking like some circus clowns
I don't give a fuck if you try to step up to me now
Because of home I am the king and you ain't messing with that crown
I'm living with my boys and I'll die with my boys
Family is everything take a look at Em and Royce
When I play my first show I know they'll be there making noise
I'll get lost in the music like I did in Illinois

You rappers are bastards and you're disgracing the masses
I'm a rapper now I'm in the game to kill all of you faggots
Talk about foul play, I'll take your face and then I'll smash it
Fuck you over real quick like Hollywood, Ash bitch
All I hear is speeches and this talk of degrees
See I never gave a shit it seemed so worthless to me
With every sentence I spit, it gets even harder to breathe
I'm always spitting colder than the air in the breeze
No one ever works today cause they think life's a game
They screw around and waste time, that shit is always the same
But we never set it straight or thought of who the fuck to blame
So we sat back and pointed fingers at the man who promised change

Frosty is the man that is coming in strong
And there's a very special reason that I came and made this song
Everyone of you bitches who ever tried to do me wrong
Can kiss my ass and learn that this is where I truly belong
Frosty V

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This is Frosty V’s third song off his mixtape, “Iced Over,” and it was accompanied by his first music video. It served as his entry into Funk Volume’s “Don’t Fu[$]k Up Our Beats” Contest 5.

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