Fuck it yo...

This cat is ill...but you can't catch my sickness//
The mic's my supplier, so ain't no of curin' this illness//
I'm realis, killin' mc with half a word//
"Sig" on you fuckas till ya "null" from the verbs//
My word make you nervus, this wordsmith is perfect//
I slap the girlish, and smoke the dope like a Turkish//
So what's up, not the doc...this rabbit multiplies//
You clowns, the only joke ya'll got is throwin' pies//
Throw a punchline, slam so hard I shiver the stadium//
Complex raps freeze ya mercury to uranium//
Of course I had to spit it...this lugi's for the track//
Bob ya fuckin' knoggin' like ya dippin' forth and back//
I'm not a snitch now, but I'm quick to report the whack//
To myself, and leave'em shelved neatly back to back//

Yo...