fuck your bag of tricks!!!//
betta try magic bitch against this savageness//
pull rabbits out of hats n shit, maybe get some luck off the foot//
Seak a no-show, no Hoe- I'll never let a slut of the hook//
this heat will ignite you- slice thru micwu//
you-beat-Seak? not even ya crew B-C-P like you//
I snipe dudes wit minus 2 for an IQ//
betta hide dude, I’ll find you when I slide thru//
add 5 to… my body count in DC, wit the B-C-P freebies//
believe me, you’ll all die “In-turn” like Levy//
Seak-be, liable to leave ya “holey” like the Bible//
homicidal recitals, the scope-be accurate as a rifles//
slashin at ya vitals, splashin tiles, blood soakin a kitchen knife//
ya should be scared to ‘drop bars’ like the soap in prison life//
hit ya crib at night- the first of ya crew that catch heat//
leavin blood smeared all over ya “pad” like Maxi//
aint possible fo me to nix this up, I’m sick as fuck//
if we go fist-to-cuffs, I’m havin ribs fo lunch//
give it up, fuck all kids tryin to take over the Siccness//
I’m re-arrangin wigs like Jenny Jones make over bitches//
in this rap…witness why micwu dies in a mismatch//
left ya bitch-slapped wit ya ‘stomach ripped’ minus the six-pack//