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Chronically Ill

  1. My laser disc'll make you take a razor to your wrist
  2. Make you a satanist, make you take the pistol to your face
  3. And place the clip and cock it back
  4. And let it go until your brains are ripping'
  5. out your skull so bad to sew you back would be a waste of stitches
  6. I fuck with bitches, 9 inches be burning bridges
  7. worse than the verse on "my life "that I made up in the kitchen,
  8. With full intent and a religious decision to say, fuck it let me be the villain,
  9. that made all the children risen, given em' satanic beliefs in their ear drums,
  10. Symptoms include burying nuns, pick pocketing guns,
  11. Make them be the next school shooter
  12. Make home videos about the plot and to use humor
  13. Massive tumor, i'll do anything for attention
  14. Not second guess a question that will make me apprehend
  15. to not attend a court appearance for me smothering men
  16. Then shout, "Fuck the Police" like I came straight out of Compton
  17. Style blowing up like boston, it's my mind that i'm lost in
  18. My whole head A mosh pit this nonsense is beyond this
  19. //Verse 2
  20. If you can't spit a fatter, ripping track then I will
  21. My skill is known for knocking niggas out like Nyquil
  22. I'm ill as AIDS patients when I start to play stations
  23. With a heart so dark, my thoughts relay Satan
  24. Display patients when you're waiting to see me fall off
  25. Call off your clicky way sick, you got a small cough?
  26. Verbal sawed off through the mic
  27. I spit rap with so much force, the kickback would make my wrist snap
  28. I diss cats who chit chat then dispatch
  29. Every time I flip tracks that make them know they shit's whack
  30. Scratch a Tic Tac, we'll give you flavor 'til there's none left
  31. And fuck up the game more than a drunk ref
  32. Some wept when I stepped to grab a mic again
  33. Because I'm colder than ice, made from liquid nitrogen
  34. We the type of men that heads bumping 'til their wigs bend
  35. Your crew's losing stripes like zebras with bad pigment
  36. //Hook
  37. I'm chronically ill, it's a proven fact
  38. And if you don't think so, your style is wack
  39. And you just mad that you aint got the skill
  40. To be like me, straight chronically ill.

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