Sic~Wit~it dont get-it, I'ma stick-it to him in this bout/1
Witta one hitter quitter that'll end it quick wit a knock-out/2
U-locked-out of ya mind, yo punhlines just won't register/3
Like yo girl when I pimped her for money & embezzeled her/4
U couldn't be "Sic~wit~it" even if the 'Adams family' spread a 'plague'/5 (Cousin It from the Adams Family)
Bitch That shit U spit is more "Played" than "KID's" high Top Fade/6 (Kid & Play)
I-got-it-made cuz this has to be the easiest win I've ever gotten/7
Sic~wit~it's rhymes so "sick" to the point them bitches "spoiled rotten"/8
He'd forgotten that my lyrics are louder than guns poppin/9
He was busy gettin busy wit them fagget's Pants droppin/10
How u gone be 'sic~wit~it' but have never been "iLL"/11
U one of them Cannibus ass niggas, all show wit no skill/12
Over there battle rappin but not knowin whats really happenin/13
Ice takin him for his win, Because Sic's punches were slackin/14