The sYcKlE Makes Me Do It
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IP:
Damnit STicky Rick, you gettin' 'dropped' like 'bad habits', "Nicorette" couldn't even 'clean you', you like 'wackness' to 'drug addicts'~
You must've passed-this 'weak' gene onto ya kids cuz, I seen hybrids of babies on the street corners screamin' "SILLY RABBIT"~
I mix BLACK & WHITE to "Grey" hound transits, you wonderin' how the outcome came about? Well sonn I had planned-it~
See not every emcee is a prophett on the stage and the bandwidth, I just can't stand-it when I see "netcees" claim they rappin~
Stop chattin on ya little boxes, I'll "X" you out like "POP UP WINDOWS" and leave you virtually stuffed in coffins~
I'm like that psycho bastard axe murderer, the ones in movies that pop outta closets and scare the audience~
Start applaudin-this cuz when I first spit out my nouns I heard ya girlfriend cheerin' me on "KEEP PLAYIN THAT SONG"~
J-Lo couldn't even get as much Airtime as I got, my TRICKS are the kind that CLOWN, remove vocal chords with TONGS~
You couldn't even last 'thirty seconds' with me if I threw you a 'stop watch' and started-it~
My first "hook" to ya jaw bone would shatter ya cartilage, prove to you who the hottest artist-is~
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