Aight quick spit....letz see wut this homie can do...




Tha only reason you stick icky, cuz you've been gettin icky wit rick's stick//
Ya sig say you iller then aids, I say you plain out sick//
Homie from tha dirty south, when I made tha south dirty//
You aint gotta chance, like Evolution vs. Tha bible, witta Christian Jury//
Damn, Rick's not spittin punches, homie must be conjest-ed//
I'm ya own personal nyquil, but who cares when you already aids infest-ed//
This cat couldn't make his words play, if he took it to a park//
My rhymes goin up in flames, when you still makin a spark//
Listen dog, give up, Ya about to be worse than o-2//
Letz leave this battle as untitled before they figure out who i put to sleep, ya know wut, Rick who??//

aight spit