You think you're sicc?
well I'll tear your face off...
and rip your chest open...
I keep smoking and cokin...
on the herb.. it got my mind
elevated... it's a must that I stay..
moeny motivated... and suicidal...
I'll cut your wrist.. until all your vital
fluids leak out....
i sneak out and creep.. up on enimies...
the moonlight.. illumnates the pubbles..
of blood that drips.. after i slit my victims
throats... i slaughter.. them like goats...
and eat them up like chicken wings...
and then wear their bloody diamond rings....
You ain't sicc.. the siccest.. shit you ever spit..
was flem.. when you had the flu...
but ima kill you.. like an epedemic....
I'm one of the craziest.. souljahs...
in the rap game....most the shit you spittin...
is just lame.. but it's all the same...
im getting drunk everyday...
even if my body rots away.....
I keep wakin up feelin so sicc....
i can;t help but wake up at 406...am...
and start to write some suicidal shit....
but even if I kill myself...
I'd just be a ghost.. that keeps haunting my enemies...
everyday... in thier room..and I invade their dreams..
and give em nightmares....
they see me appear in a cloud of smoke..
with a dead rotten face... and blood seepin
from my forehead.. I'm already dead....
but now the visions are getting demonic...
they can see me.. with a ghastly grin...
as i reach for an axe... I swing..
and aim for their neck.. and you know
i'm gonna win.. cause you ain;t sicc...
Little something..
well I'll tear your face off...
and rip your chest open...
I keep smoking and cokin...
on the herb.. it got my mind
elevated... it's a must that I stay..
moeny motivated... and suicidal...
I'll cut your wrist.. until all your vital
fluids leak out....
i sneak out and creep.. up on enimies...
the moonlight.. illumnates the pubbles..
of blood that drips.. after i slit my victims
throats... i slaughter.. them like goats...
and eat them up like chicken wings...
and then wear their bloody diamond rings....
You ain't sicc.. the siccest.. shit you ever spit..
was flem.. when you had the flu...
but ima kill you.. like an epedemic....
I'm one of the craziest.. souljahs...
in the rap game....most the shit you spittin...
is just lame.. but it's all the same...
im getting drunk everyday...
even if my body rots away.....
I keep wakin up feelin so sicc....
i can;t help but wake up at 406...am...
and start to write some suicidal shit....
but even if I kill myself...
I'd just be a ghost.. that keeps haunting my enemies...
everyday... in thier room..and I invade their dreams..
and give em nightmares....
they see me appear in a cloud of smoke..
with a dead rotten face... and blood seepin
from my forehead.. I'm already dead....
but now the visions are getting demonic...
they can see me.. with a ghastly grin...
as i reach for an axe... I swing..
and aim for their neck.. and you know
i'm gonna win.. cause you ain;t sicc...
Little something..
