When you was born they called it a "Medic Emergency!"
And like you "lost the urge in(e-r-g-e-n)" spitin, you got left with just: "Sik Emcee"

So with Sickness I’ll attack and leave ya black with Tha-Boubonic
And if Ya-Do-Want-It, my bloods runnin with nothing But-True-Tonic

Kid You’s-A-"Comic", cuz that’s the only way that you be "Crackin-Me-Up"
Still hooked on ya Phonics, you Lackin, go Back and Practice-Ya-Stuff

Ya Dancin with a crazy "Bull", Chancin-Wrath while you Just-A-"Calf"
Not ta toot on my own "Horn", but you don’t want me ta "Thrust"-Ma-Raps

I’ll rip ya in half’, lookin for the guts I know you don’t have
Anger "Multiplied" by hard-A bitch…you do the "Math"

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Bring Heat Or Embrace Defeat