Sicks:
Sicks has censors follow him around daily, that sound maybe,
Your innocence, and your virgin ears, maybe's purging fears,
Cause sicks will get shit on you, without feeding you cyanide,
Dr. Hyde always seeks, so go please ahead and try and hide,
Cause, all yall suck "Dick" worse than five leaches of Richard,
It was inevitable, like how MTV to youth teaches the bitch word,
I'm the tenth racer, winning the race as I crunch nine,
With my sharp "spikes," and at the end a punchline,
And all you onlookers walk up saying, your run sucks,
When the rest of you are barefoot, yall wearin nonchucks,
Wearing tight pants, its like George in '08, Bush up tight,
Weak punches, your like Hanes, can't do one "Push up right"
But see the funny thing is, that all of you try still,
When you're about as "ill" as the contraction I will,
Your losses so overwhelming, that even your wins fled,
I'll slap you McNabb style, and now your skins red,
Deep:
Each one of my verses, quick bars, but I strike slow,
On your shit, you do a poorer job then Mike Rowe,
Yall are so fuckin sick, but I'm talkin the green version,
I know I'll be on top one day, like I'm a teen virgin,
Battle me, rules are simple, act wimpy then hide,
I'll leave your ass like Hillary Clinton's, empty inside,
Plus your sorrier than Bill when he got caught cheating,
Your pussy, period, there's no way your not bleeding,
I'll "diss own" you until its in full effect, the effect shun,
This is no light matter, its a dark, comple shun,
Like Nas said about Jay-Z, (D) ick (S) uckin (L) ips,
But like a sex starved diner waitress, stuck with tips,
You god fired from a bike store, couldn't handle above bars,
I'm collosal, I steal the rings of Saturn like I vandal of stars,
We all know you aint going nowhere, even with a stamp on,
You couldn't get pussy, if you were mistaken with a tampon,
