I’m Ill (Remix)

My shit's buzzin like I got the game on vibrate
Who's callin? was your girl, but now she's my date
Not Helen- Nah, its no kind of blind date
Looks into my eyes and she can see that its my fate
You motherfuckers better pack up and migrate
Spittin so hard I'm afraid I might dehydrate
Flow greater than five lakes
That's Huron, Ontario, Michigan, Eerie, and Superior
H.O.M.E.S., face it- your foundation is inferior
See through the cracks, without even getting near to ya
Face it your wack, never even be near where I'm at
No fitted, you're rockin a fuckin salary cap
Real simple shit, like 2nd grade special ed
Pencil games retarded- I write with special lead
Read all about it, check what the special said
Last seen in the ER- left for dead

Mother fucker I'm ill, motherfucker I'm sick
Blunt to the head, call it a face lift
Similar to surgery plastic
Know you heard I be spastic
Flippin, kickin gymnastics
Its hard to not be trippin
Cuz I'm spitttin this acid
That's LSD for you bastards
In the booth, a catalogue of some caskets
Bury the beat, then dig up a new classic
What you dudes call abuse, man I call it harassment
This is nothing short of aggravation
Lack of ventilation- blowin off steam
I'm sick like bein tricked into goin home with a queen
Motherfucker I'm ill, so you know it ain't a chance that I chill
Refrigeration it kills, germs
Shittin on the game and it burns
Like Indian food and buffalo chicken
Heads like "What the fuck is he spittin?"
DJ, pull it back, you've got to be kiddin'