Siccly’s a lightweight, I’ll “breakdown your mentality”, “crush and crumble” your “frame of thought”/
“Picture” me slaying emcees, my evil intention is to bring sedation to your rhymes and lyricaly make ya body rot/
Dissolve ya exterior and “connect” punches like “modems”/
Like carnival rides, you see dicks and you rode ‘em/
You spit shit, your words is “worthless” like “sperm in infertile women”/
Sonically blitz your vessel, “knock your head back”, and keep your “neck spinnin”/
I’ll lyrically “implode” ya body, “compact” and “collapse” ya battle raps/
It’s a “single mass of wack”, “blast back”, creating “concussions” to “black you out” on the “track”/
I emit doses of potent poison, combined with the most intense of voltage/
Commence “thunderclaps” to “stun” and “pierce” your “hands”, cause you can’t “hold this”/
“Cut at ya knees”, “slice ya legs”, cause you ain’t on the “same level” when you “stand”/
Only time siccly is “holding his own” is when he got his “dick in his hand”/