Yo rhymes are like dull Magnets, It ain't Attractive
I'm Ill while You're just "Sick"... Sick of Sayin Whack Shit
I Spit the right shit, Stay on u and come for blood Like Ticks
Flow Tight like Vice Grips, rhymes "sharper" than any "Ice Pick"
Aim precise, hit you with more Accuracy than Tactical Archers
U only win against Newbs, it's like Soldiers Attackin da Farmers
No Fair, that's why yo wack shit is goin No Where
In person U "Choke" on mics, Like the atmosphere had No Air
So there bitch, you'll need some Aid Just to Stop Me
Coz u couldn't give me a "Sick Punch" if u had Aids n U Socked Me