This is that headbanger *, I spit a sick flow
Even fighters use it when they come out, like Lichco
That Pablo Esco, handling coke
This is sicker than Sammy Davis having cancer to throat
That gasoline rap, fire and fumes, my music dope
Like heroin that's cooked in a spoon
That tickle taking pain, needle stuck in your vein
More lethal than Chris Kyle every time that he aim
That gang bang, 20 to 1, like 20 black men in a white girl's sun
This is pain in the brain, you can never get rid
This is a father on crack, who's beating his stepkid
This is late night, ski mask under your head
AGMs ain't safe, when I'm wanting your bread
Turn gray, lead red, leaving physical dead
To ignore it when I rap, should've listened instead
This is sicker than Sammy Davis handling coke
This is that sunshine, fresh air, clear blue sky
A bird with word wings, when I spit em I fly
That Tweety Bird, Big Bird, Sesame Street
That I'm so happy, like Pharrell on the beat
That C-L-A-M-G, two door coupe
Sicker than two girls, one cup, one scoop
Sick like Crohn's, y'all always having to poop
Or sick, bulimic, finger gagging to puke
This is that HIV, weak in the knees
This is full blown AIDS, and could die from a sneeze
This is scissor cut dough, which opens a Lambo
And for those that don't know, call Mercy a lago
That newborn, baptized child of Christ
The creator of all life, made me more than just nice
This is hallelujah, straight from my soul
This is lovin' Lord's faith, never lettin' it go
This, that, this, that, this, that, this, that
This, that, this, that, this, that, this, that
This is that Cadillac truck, rollin' on 24's
With Luda on the tuner, throwin' them elbows
This is Brandon Lee, croakin' while filmin' the film Crow
This is Johnny Depp, yo, higher than him blow
That hurricane flow, comin' straight from my soul
This is harder than a slice of fight from Kimbo
This is like Taylor Swift, livin' with bad blood
Or more like Snoop Dogg, minus the weed bud
That Dutch home, Cali grown, smokin' the lung
Like 24%, one hit and you're done
That green sticky ick, my cannabis cup pick
That white whittle stick, without it I'm weed sick
This is that fake love in my city, K-town
No one feels the flow, so I don't come around
That 17 pound of weed in trunk found
Givin' no hands out when I burn the game down
This, that, this, that, this, that, this, that
This, that, this, that, this, that, this, that
That made with a combo, knockin' you back
This was sicker than Whitney Houston, smokin' a crack
This is Mike Tyson, dog, K.O. cut
Sick like the crack of a Kardashian butt