How sick is this?
This is big. Alici's Diseastra.
Weed for antidotes.
Oh, is it more S -I -S
to damage your throat
when you mutate?
Please take a precaution
cause it's nauseant.
Vomiting, coughing,
got into they body,
off in another realm.
Similar nightmare on ailment.
Pain like a migraine to the brain,
crushing your ailment.
Now tell this to your friend who's closest.
A triple shot, no rock, straight to the gut
A close fist punch, to lose your guts
That's only half the battle,
it's here to bruise your bones
Some bastards wanna have to tackle
Iller than sicker, sicker than iller,
real diller
Specialized in savagery,
handle me grilled till I'm bad for
your health and hygiene
You know what I mean, too dirty to be seen
A gallon of voxine is what
you need to peep
It's S -I -C -K -N -S
Oh yes, it's the S -I -C -K -N -E -S
How sick is this, uh -uh, T -K -M -E -E -M
How sick is this, uh -uh, T -K -M -E -E -M
How sick is this, uh -uh, T -K -M -E -E -M
How sick is
You pinning me on the ADAT
in a gold face of leases
Talking bout slang
and then giving ghetto theses
It's sick the way I eat the hate
from all you thug poodles
You look real sweet and flaky
like toasted poodles
But I keep on banging,
till I have your nose draining
Eyes rolling in the back of your head
and now you're fainting
Get to hanging up on fools
like no collect calls
Cause these niggas wearing
panties
and suffocating they balls
And I'm off that medication,
just for good meditation
Just to clear up my mind
for all the shit that I be facing
Got me zipping on a Hot Toddy,
to clear my throat
And pass me the tweezers
cause I'm even smoking a roast
Don't approach a player
when he bout to get his pimpin' on
Cause you wouldn't approach me player
if I had the ski mask on
In a zone with sick intentions,
and I shouldn't have to mention
Y 'all on cornbread paper
while I'm fed three dimensions
S -I -N -T -K -N -E -E -N -H -O -S
It's the S -I -N -T -K -N -E -E -N -H -O -U
It's the S -I -N -T -K -N -E -E -N -H -O -U
It's the S -I -N -T -K -N
-E -E -N -H -O -U -S
I'm drippin' snot out my nose
and I got a slight fever
Take a Tylenol roll for tussin'
in four different pain relievers
Walkin' around like a zombie,
just tryin' to do my fizzle
And I ain't rapped too tight,
so don't hand me no pistol
Somethin' smellin' fishy,
so I got my heart pulled
I'm in sweatpants and a tank top,
watchin' cartoons
Damn, I smoke too much,
and my stomach ain't firm
And I drink 211 still,
and that tequila with the worm Federation,
why not? Hogtie with no slipknot
Makin' the best belly flop,
like shakin' in they high tops
Can't tell if I live,
my underarms is musty
And I'm so much like my daddy
that my mama don't trust me
Osmosis Jones,
go ahead and sing the song
Who cares Rodney King,
we can't all get along
And hey Mr. Tough Guy,
put that gun away to rust
Cause you got yourself a pistol
but you're scared to bust
It's the S -I -N -T -K -E -N -T -H -O -S
It's the S -I -N -T -K -E -N -T -H -O -S
It's the S -I -N -T -K -E -N -T -H -O -U -S
How sick is this?
S -I -I -C -K -K -E -E -E -E -F