how'd i get this sick? by fuckin ya moms and popz in da ass
cuttin my lifeline and mixin it in ya V8 splash
and thats why you got AIDS just that fast...
now look at you deadman walkin without a gash

take off like a comet, from ya city afta i bomb it/
i'm atomic, cuttin out ur torso, thats between ur kneck and ur stomach/
funny lookin, kitchen burnin but ain't a damn thing cookin/
got me in da line up, but u must be mistookin/

yo i spit projectile vomit/i'm sick as ebola cause i can't be stopped/i'm like a pimple dat popped/pusy and bloody/this kinda behaivior is learned so i sugjest you study/

when i vomit best believe its time fo "comet" or "Mr. Clean"
im obscene like a "Jason" horror scene//
i hauck enough ta fill a reviene so intervene fo' i steady concede
to toss my beans//