replied to rule, mbp, and snakeyes

this is the lyrics to the full song version of the keystyle post I made last week called "sicc"....


got u shakin like sex toys, making more noise than R Kelly in a room full of little boys//
ya bitchass ain't got a choice, and ya will will neva be clear like lil jon's voice//
like sleepy children, u'll find yaself kidnapped, wake up, get ya shit clapped//
fuckin with an emcee titer than a virgin bitches clit-crack//
broke off like kit-kats, face red n swollen from the bitchslaps//
u got a hot verse, still guranteed I can rip that//
got balls? u'll wind up with a slit sack messin with the siccness in my technique//
u homosexual squirtin white liquid like bitches that breast feed//
rhymes so hot u could cover em with Cher's asshole n they'd still be sexy//
like a class of retarded immigrants you'll fail if u try n test me

(hook)
Fuck you bitches I rip ya shit quick//
braindead headtrama becuz I'm so sicc//
u hoes lickin biggot dicks ain't into this//
get ya domepiece n muthafuckin wigs split bitch

U hoes like gary coleman, u ain't growin up cuz//
I got u like slobs, the way u be throwin up blood//
u hoes is just fucked, openin up ya throat//
blowin it up n whut about flowin until it explodes//
ya face flushed like comodes ya feel it implode//
ya neck spinnin like when my wheels hit the road//
killin ya whole set, can't get me off, I'm on top it//
rip off ya limbs leave a stump like john bobbit//
u fucked n can't stop it, like rape victims//
mafia killa, got more junk in my trunk than Soul Train bitches//
my soul trains bitches, millamilla nine poppin//
u herbs so fake I even see the wiggas pickin cotton//
my triggas rippin often, n I ain't racist//
but I'm racin after u like jason til u locked in the basement...

(hook)

Mad skills, I dare ya bitch to ask me for it//
my style so sicc AIDS developed a vaccine for it//
metaphoric muthafuckin killa murder on the news//
they found Osama fuckin a lama tied to a noose//
u can't elevate, like my tool a stool to stand on//
knowin Rapid Fire sicca than ya grandmas tampons//
throwin up EAST SIDE till my fingers land on planets//
panic cuz I manage my manic satanic schisophrenic//
figet fuck a midget pick up the misfit by the bitches//
armpits n open the clit n stick my dick in it//
rip it til it ripens n I'm frightened by the bitterness//
boxing in a match, round for round with a 10 pound clitoris//
smokin ciggerates nigga it's the eastpsychopathic//
killa have those nervous twitches like a crystal meth addict

(hook)