This is that headbanger *, I spit a sick flowEven fighters use it when they come out, like LichcoThat Pablo Esco, handling cokeThis is sicker than Sammy Davis having cancer to throatThat gasoline rap, fire and fumes, my music dopeLike heroin that's cooked in a spoonThat tickle taking pain, needle stuck in your veinMore lethal than Chris Kyle every time that he aimThat gang bang, 20 to 1, like 20 black men in a white girl's sunThis is pain in the brain, you can never get ridThis is a father on crack, who's beating his stepkidThis is late night, ski mask under your headAGMs ain't safe, when I'm wanting your breadTurn gray, lead red, leaving physical deadTo ignore it when I rap, should've listened insteadThis is sicker than Sammy Davis handling cokeThis is that sunshine, fresh air, clear blue skyA bird with word wings, when I spit em I flyThat Tweety Bird, Big Bird, Sesame StreetThat I'm so happy, like Pharrell on the beatThat C-L-A-M-G, two door coupeSicker than two girls, one cup, one scoopSick like Crohn's, y'all always having to poopOr sick, bulimic, finger gagging to pukeThis is that HIV, weak in the kneesThis is full blown AIDS, and could die from a sneezeThis is scissor cut dough, which opens a LamboAnd for those that don't know, call Mercy a lagoThat newborn, baptized child of ChristThe creator of all life, made me more than just niceThis is hallelujah, straight from my soulThis is lovin' Lord's faith, never lettin' it goThis, that, this, that, this, that, this, thatThis, that, this, that, this, that, this, thatThis is that Cadillac truck, rollin' on 24'sWith Luda on the tuner, throwin' them elbowsThis is Brandon Lee, croakin' while filmin' the film CrowThis is Johnny Depp, yo, higher than him blowThat hurricane flow, comin' straight from my soulThis is harder than a slice of fight from KimboThis is like Taylor Swift, livin' with bad bloodOr more like Snoop Dogg, minus the weed budThat Dutch home, Cali grown, smokin' the lungLike 24%, one hit and you're doneThat green sticky ick, my cannabis cup pickThat white whittle stick, without it I'm weed sickThis is that fake love in my city, K-townNo one feels the flow, so I don't come aroundThat 17 pound of weed in trunk foundGivin' no hands out when I burn the game downThis, that, this, that, this, that, this, thatThis, that, this, that, this, that, this, thatThat made with a combo, knockin' you backThis was sicker than Whitney Houston, smokin' a crackThis is Mike Tyson, dog, K.O. cutSick like the crack of a Kardashian butt