When my shit is surroundin-ya-team, you bow-to-the-King/
The viscious Siccness Sultin's holdin the crown-to-the-scene/
Where's your written-work? Takin you 2 days to spit-a-verse/
I'm the tyrant of this Flows forum, bitch that's a Siccness-first/
You got your name from 'snitchin', tryna get a 'lower-case'/
The rhymes you spit are 'weak', can't even 'hold-yer-weight'/
When you battled Visions you lost, but people said-you-won/
How the fuck you get on the Siccness? Nobody let-you-come/
You better think before you type that weak shit-you-call-rap/
My freestyles punish you, its like gettin split & hit-wit-ball-bats/
Bitch-jus-fall-back, get to leanin like ya fav. rapper Fat-Joe/
You a faggot, the mic you can't~grasp it, that's wut ya raps-show/
My fuckin shit hits hard, leave you lyin on your back-like-a-slut/
Ya heard ciggz is called fagz now ya want the whole pack-in-ya-butt/
That's~it, this fag's~ripped like a preschooler's papier-mache/
Somebody dial 911 for lowercase, & have em take-her-away/
