You're gunna blow up like Americans in Vietnam,
MC Hammer cant even touch me, he keeps his hands off,
Im lethal when i pick up the pen and paper,
If you diss me, ill make you nonexistent like i used an eraser,
And when you rap youll sound Italian like you was singing Mama Mia,
You couldnt drop good shit even if you had diarrhea,
Me, Ice, Chet & Anonymous, you wish you were one of us,
We'll make you bleed like it was your time of the month,
Killing bitches with my flow but i aint no mass murderer,
Even pop fans listen to my music even with the words i blurt,
Like fuck, shit, ass, bitch, and cunt,
Penis, dick, vagina pussy, shut up slut!
Lyrics so sick when you hear it you get an STD,
Girls be getting sick of it like they was giving out they breast for free,
Freestyles so sick it seems like they were written,
But they werent, they were off the dome when i spit them,
Your rhymes are the dinner, mine are dessert,
Got so many sane rhymes youd think it was berserk, (wha?)
Peace man *BOOM* your eyes now reaching your brain,
Mind is foggy with pictures of eyes driving you insane,
Now your deranged, a retard, a wannabe Ja Rule,
I guess that means you just wannabe a fool,
Got so much ice youd think i was wearing a blizzard,
Rhyming this shit like its magic and im am a wizard,
Spitting out metaphors like my mouth was a faucet,
Its turned on hot, a reason why people hear my shit and cop it,
Disses hiding in the lines, like you hiding in the closet,
Heres a track man lets see if you can top it,
Spitting lyrics like my mouth was motherfucking fountain,
You be surrounded by my words, slipping off now your drowning,
Suffocating now, because my rhymes are so tight,
When im spitting it my lungs get locked for a night,
Monolithic appearance and yet kids are still fearing,
And anyone with balls to talk shit to me, yo i aint trying to hear it,
You're great? You must be high, you aint got no class,
You're talking shit like your mouth was your motherfucking ass,
Lyrics outrageous, politicans got me trapped in cages,
Trapped and torchured like John McCain's war days 'nd,
the only reason people are getting sicker raps today,
Is simply cause my fuckin' style is contagious,
Fucking up the nation with my atrocious hating,
My whole life was pressured and now my limits fading,
and im blazing, faster than Dre smokes the chronic,
Demons stayed inside of me thats why my souls demonic,
Punchlines so hard any listener gets a black eye,
Suprised? Im a rapper but I aint a black guy,
I spit that fire like i was a dragon,
You dont bend? Well you probably twist; you faggot,
As long as i keep rhyming ill never be in the streets,
Ill conquer my fears and past, and my future will be in reach,
Your dads deadbeat, your mom is poor,
I wouldnt be surprised if i heard your sister was a whore,
I be spitting lyrics you couldnt think of in your wildest dreams,
Dont you see im the greatest? Look at how the crowd screams,
Lyricism is hysterical wisdom for me its all a joke,
You'll forget all the lines you wrote even before you choke,
Ever looked in a mirror? Youd probably go blind,
Showing you my whole hand, now read between the lines.
Comments greatly appreciated
for a sneak peak at the mother f*cking detox. not really.... 
And check out my other piece Sick Of It if you can 
AND ITS .WAV and now its done downloading and it wasnt that great you were like beat boxing (which was pretty good lol) and then you were like doing scratching noises. ill check out sick freestyle now.
