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 litteraly for you stupid dim wits
(just kidding)
Keep up, ka ka keep up (stutter) , while I take you…
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Posted on May 19, 2009 at 11:07am —
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