INtro:
I'm sick, yo
Think I got SARS
Don't matter, I'ma rap anyway
Yo, yo, yo
Damn
Yo
Verse:
I'm literally sick, no, my nose is really stuffy
I can't comb my hair, my fro ain't really puffy
It's nappy in fact, I can't breathe like I'm having
a asthma attack in the back of a black
shattered Acura strangled with a plastic bag on my neck
and mouth and nose, doubt the flows
Stumble on the track like you pulled out my toes with tweezers
Leave your visas and the keys to your house and clothes
Write down the code to your alarm and give me your car
and give me a call after I tap your phone
Catch the sun on fire with a match and hose
filled with gas and fulled at Texaco
and ask to be blasted with NASA astronauts
splashed in gold ashes from asteroids
You're moving in your seat like you have hemorrhoids
Preparation-H, that's what you need
Can't hear anything except for this beat
My ears are stopped up, my nose is stopped up
Food tastes worse than a frozen Pop Tart
Even when I'm sick, ill flows are coughed up
Outro:
*intense coughing*
Yeah, I'm straight
*mild coughing*
