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I’m fucking sick, I’m fucking sick
I’m sick of all these fucking bitches fucking up my shit
I’m fucking sick, I’m fucking sick
I’m sick of all these fucking bitches fucking up my shit
I’m fucking sick, I’m fucking sick
I’m sick of all these fucking bitches fucking up my shit
I’m fucking sick, I’m fucking sick
I’m sick of all these fucking bitches fucking up my shit
I’m sick and fucking spewing raps like vomit on the track
My mind spins to the rythmn, and it’s fucking up my back
I relapse, and collapse when there’s rappers acting whack
I must snap these bitches out it, let ‘em dry out on the rack
When I attack, I get as sick as all the diamonds on my wrist
With a flick I smack a bitch just like a fucking exorcist
It’s been haunting me, and I know that if I get to getting rich
They’ll be right back on my asscheeks like a motherfucking itch
So I keep on rolling, papers stacking up my piles growing
I’ve been showing everbody, and they know that it’s from my flowing
When I go in I keep blowing icy rhymes like it is snowing
But the more you get the more you go and and like Lindsay Lohan
So I’m moving and just cruising over beats and I keep brewing
Rhymes and lines for me to use when I just keep on fucking doing
What I'm doing, got the moves and got the clues for you to clue in,
But y’all bring up shit to chew on while I move on to pursuing
I’m fucking sick, I’m fucking sick
I’m sick of all these fucking bitches fucking up my shit
I’m fucking sick, I’m fucking sick
I’m sick of all these fucking bitches fucking up my shit
I’m fucking sick, I’m fucking sick
I’m sick of all these fucking bitches fucking up my shit
I’m fucking sick, I’m fucking sick
I’m sick of all these fucking bitches fucking up my shit
Ooh, I’m fucking cold, like the ice cream with the toppins in
Turn a track to snow, 80 below when I be droppin in
Killing everybody, drop their body to the coffin then
Spit sick on the mic like it’s the napkin I’ve been coughing in
Been looking around me, I see bitches throwing hissy fits
Motherfucker next to me, showing off the bits he gets
Turn up my radio and I’m out here blasting shitty hits
Am I the only one seeing all of these fucking idiots?
Damn, just try to pull your shit together
Got no fucking money but I still can do it better
Swing, batter batter, you ain’t scoring shit tonight, homie,
I leave you face down with a warning, we gon fight, homie
So leave your lights on if you think you gon keep pumping jams
I’m blow up quicker than a load of bombs we dumped on nam
Shit I’m the man, you can catch me if you can,
Well I pull off in a van doin it better than your band
I’m the shit, I’m the shit
I’m the shit so all these bitches can just suck my dick
I'm the shit, I’m the shit
I’m the shit so all these bitches can just suck my dick
I’m the shit, I’m the shit
I’m the shit so all these bitches can just suck my dick
I’m the shit, I’m the shit
I’m the shit so all these bitches can just suck my dick

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Member since September 12 2019

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