
Ya'll don't know what sick is. I know what sick is It ain't having a cold, NO... it ain't a sickness It's a plague from the stars. It infects ya scripts when you scribble lead into bars and then you spit rediculous shit Recite what you are, your scars and mix this With a beat, ooh wee, now that shit's rediculous The sicker the better, you want AIDS to fear it Metaphorically speaking, not l…
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