back down comin with the rap now
sickest of lyrics you fear it when you hear it give em a black out,
bet you (*##$es back out,i'm comin they be runnin

what they think i'm on my last round? drinkin til I pass out,
thinkin what i'm thinkin ? they sleepin i'm spittin crack now,
little kiddies wack sound never could compare to mine ,

do it for my family my nanna I wont let her die
every line I let i shine, don't know if you never try
bet that i'm gonna leave you mother $#&@ers left suprised

When I die, hope these people know that they could never reach
my level or my pedigree, sicker than you'll ever be
do this for the music don't confuse it's my destiny

no it aint heridtry, a hunnit every line I write
now that i'm behind the mic i'm blowin up like dynamite
don't see me like you're eyes a blind, not even in my line of seight

every single line is tight, I'm the sick $#&@
I'll tell a (*##$ she's beautiful to get my dick sucked
never give $#&@s, say that i'm the Loser B

i'll lu kang bycicle kick through ya computer screen
bet that you don't do thing you spittin gat %#@!
you can't fool me you're magicians with bad tricks

The syko instrumental ima throw it the graveyard
now i'm dealin with the murder and the rape chrage
flippin you bird while i'm spittin a verse

ya heard my bars now pissed you didn't think of em first