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Sampled I'm sick! What's the matter, Bert? I'm sick! Oh yeah? I'm sick, Ernie! Can't you tell that? You're sick? I'm sick! You're sick? I'm sick! Then you caught it! Boy, you must know who it is who's sick!
As my verse disperses the worst curses A person hurts worse than The first virgin's privacy-purse burstin' I walk around the underground as a powerful thundersound Wearin' the low-down, profound, lyrical wonder crown Advanced listenin' wrestlin' with pressure expressions And steppin' in as a special specimen fresher than freshman Obvious overdosage coasted it over oceans With explosive posters flyer than your promotional posters Skillfully killin', willfully drillin' syllable spillin' Feelin' really upsettable, bitin' is edible stealin' Walkin' around the planet, rockin' the ground like granite Cockin' my sound cannon and stoppin' the sound famine Deliberate inconsiderate etiquette, Benefit's belligerence Spittin' shit like laxative excrement Dove in a frozen ocean, fell low below boastin' The one chosen who rose, exposin' the flow erosion
So nice that it's nasty, so bangin' it's bustin' So sweet that it's sick, so dope it's disgustin' So nice that it's nasty, so bangin' it's bustin' So sweet that it's sick, so dope it's disgustin'
I lead an expedition in vision and competition In a prison when deliverin' witherin' rhyme litterin' Givin' and never endeavorin' ever, clever however Bringin' it whether together or on solo feathers Sicker than liquor and medicine burnin' and blisterin' Leave your lights flickerin' Quicker than strobes you're trippin' in The high-appointed, style anointed with ill delivery ointment On point with this like jointed presidential appointments Flashin' full fashionable, rational, lyrical passion Glow-bashin' skulls, burnin' trash flows and watch ash grow Belittlin' with little men livin' in oblivion Try battlin', imaginin' that they're hyper than Ritalin Simply deranged brain exchanged pain for gain Rearrange your frame to strange plain pattern when slain Bigger, badder and better than all of your gold and cheddar When spreadin' wing like medicine Men with ancient tribal letterin'
So nice that it's nasty, so bangin' it's bustin' So sweet that it's sick, so dope it's disgustin' So nice that it's nasty, so bangin' it's bustin' So sweet that it's sick, so dope it's disgustin' Sick, sick, so sick. I'm sick, sick, sick! Sick, sick, so sick.
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