Sick ’Em

[Verse 1]

I be that handsome mufucka, you don't have to say it
Raw like the diamond in my Russell Simmons bracelet
Basic bitches, I don't got time for them
Cuz I'mma beast, boy, it's like I'm Animorphing
Got tunnel vision cuz I train like locomotives
I've been training to remove love from all of my emotions
I love the music, that's my baby, we go crazy
When I'm slaving, she my lady, without her I'm useless
Cute chick, nice thighs, what it do?
She wanna smash brothers, Captain Falcon, show me ya moves
And I don't gotta fear my opposition
I'm just glad my momma's proud and I got a pot to piss in
So listen to the diction of these ill writtens
They said sick em, I gotta refill my prescription

[Verse 2]

She said switch the flow up, baby, do something that they ain't use to
I thought about it for a second and I said, "A mi me gusta"
Who's to blame for the lyrical casualties that are lost up in the war
It was me, it was me, I fucking sent them to the morgue
Of course I'mma rip it, the pain I inflicted
Shorties scream that they driven, but they can't drive stick
From the house of pain I been evicted, single life is so addictive
Until I meet her, relationships are sickening
Oh well, oh well then you let em come
Since the stakes are high, every move gotta be well done
Don't wanna be a felon, but for the green blacks make you spill red like watermelon
And I'm just saying, gotta future with this music
And when I say I'm sick, I mean more than some flu shit
I write for fun and to make dividends
I wrote this quick as hell, it was written in five minutes
I'm out