Mystic Chaos
Sick.

im bringing it to you complex
breakin necks
takin checks
wagin bets
killin cajin chefs
just to be the one with the best rep
i get the best check
better yet
im surprised there aint any charges pressed yet



yo the names sick dont let it fool ya
cuz ill fuckin tool ya
give you a book and ill school ya
i were the crown cuz i rule ya
with a iron fist im the king
bitch kiss my ring
lemme do my thing
fo sho, dis the song i sing


who you think you is to depict shit
u actin like a fortune tella bitch
you aint predict this
get tha facts off ya dome
leave it alone
get tha cold steal to ya brains boom! no bodies home
condone ya life yet condone ya futua
turn ya back to quick look i aint afraid ta shoot ya
im nice with the words but speak louda wit the 4/5th
with a full clip
ill snag ya bitch and make my own chips
dont be playa hatin
cuz the facts that im statin
are debatin
should i end your life or let ya head be achin



bloods and crips run and hide
when i come by in my low ride
strapped with a gloc 9 on both sides
just in case the they got four-fives
i light em like a roman candle
if they cant handle... the style i spit
and the flow i bring to the game
recognize my name
S-I-C-K, its so sick im ill
ready to kill just for the thrills



be a man step up come on wat ya got?
tryna be a thug eva since pac got shot
well im in ya face now so u a thug or not
talkin all this shit now lets see u back it up
cuz im done talkin lets fight or pack it up
all your boys aint laughin now so ima laugh it up

crhyme sindicate

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