Bored, so here's another lil' verse I wrote. Sicc On The Mic AKA Yung Shellz. Holla.
I'm spittin' sick clips to leave you dead in the dust //
Speakin' that bullshit then it's yo head I'ma bust //
Bust led to ya lungs so you need to relax or chill //
I'ma cock my arsenal back and you'll get smacked or killed //
I blast for thrills, run yo mouth and I'ma crack ya grill //
My tracs is ill, make you sick like they was crack or pills //
Think I'm whack as hell? My lyrics is attackin' ya chumps //
Me and the mic go together like khaki's and chucks //
I flow for fun cuz I'm really the DUB's chosen one //
That's holdin' guns so I can leave dudes with broken lungs //
Leave ya dome opened up, want beef? Visit Burger King //
Orelse I'ma project 2 shells to ya chest and give you nipple rings //
I spit sickening things that be stealin' ya health //
It's like I'm jackin' off my lyrics how I'm feelin' myself //
I'm sick as hell, murda you then kill ya spirit as well //
I'm Yung Shellz, you need to bite me for ya lyrics to sell //
I'm spittin' sick clips to leave you dead in the dust //
Speakin' that bullshit then it's yo head I'ma bust //
Bust led to ya lungs so you need to relax or chill //
I'ma cock my arsenal back and you'll get smacked or killed //
I blast for thrills, run yo mouth and I'ma crack ya grill //
My tracs is ill, make you sick like they was crack or pills //
Think I'm whack as hell? My lyrics is attackin' ya chumps //
Me and the mic go together like khaki's and chucks //
I flow for fun cuz I'm really the DUB's chosen one //
That's holdin' guns so I can leave dudes with broken lungs //
Leave ya dome opened up, want beef? Visit Burger King //
Orelse I'ma project 2 shells to ya chest and give you nipple rings //
I spit sickening things that be stealin' ya health //
It's like I'm jackin' off my lyrics how I'm feelin' myself //
I'm sick as hell, murda you then kill ya spirit as well //
I'm Yung Shellz, you need to bite me for ya lyrics to sell //