The Sickness
[Verse 1]
When I spit, I pour out hard liquor on beats
I'm not sick, I'm the raw origin of the disease
I cut ya spleen, rip out 3 bones from ya knee's
Amputate ya feet, ejecting bullets on fiends
My lyrics top-notch, on one hundred percent
I'll gun for ya death when the thunder is sent
Try rumble my breath, I'm as ill as it gets
I'm hunting for flesh, and take a pill for the rest
I put you in intensive care, the feds are here
I clear sincere, prepare to bear, my sickness (Yeah!)
I make the music for crackheads, wolf packs compare
I strangle the snares and bringing fear every year
Calculate your position in place, placing the triggers
Manipulate the system of matrix, re-arranging the digits
Specific, efficient, I'll derange you bitches
So switch, no one surviving my sickness, my sickness!
[Verse 2]
I make you crawl off stage with two sprained ankles
After a battle, while I'm breaking free from the shackles
You no challenge, You blow faggots all over your tracks
I hold gats, tote, blast, nobody here to fucking draft
I clap suckas like you, and mad cuz I'm stylin' on you
I'm violently rude, when high, I'm flying over you
The outcome, you'll die slower than a snail goes
I play no, I stay cold, Y'all some afraid hoes
My mind goes ballistic, berzerk, to murder you first
My lines are statistics, you know the burners the worst
I curse ya nurse and burst the doctor, your murked
Your hurt, I go in a hurst for the thirst, I'm unconcerned
I constantly deliver, when I spit you shiver
My booze'll fuck up ya liver, while I get bigger
They all complain, cuz I remain with consistence
And nobody reaching my level or league of sickness