Infected Through Your Brain, Flowing Through Your System
I'm White Blood Cells, Cozzing Cancer, Looking For A New Victim
I'll Leave Your Brain Dead From HeadGames, With Punches
You Got Hard Time Getting Up Like Fat Kid's Doing Crunches
Coz Your Skill Is Like Fat-Kids In Gymnatics Doing "Back-Flips"
Your "Tac-tics" Is Fake Like Magicians Working On "Hat-Tricks"
You Better Get Prtection And I'm Not Talking About Plas-Tics
Disses Bounce Of Me Like Kid's Jumping On King Matress-es
My Style Is Compared To Aid's Coz Nobody Want-it
So If You Skilled Enough To Merk Me Kid Better Flaunt-it