Incisions on bitches, positions stiches on the witches
I grip it and spit shit, whitness the best ever fuckin spittin
Cave in ya chest, behave like breasts, stick to a chick
when the clip does go click, blast the trick in her ribs
I'm lost in anger, emotion, swimming in oceans of pills
the motion is still, cry and stall when tylonal fills
veins in ya brain, insane membrane in flames
dope fiend morphine, numb pain with cocaine
dumb lames with propaine, try to blow up, so show up
I throw up when flow sucks, so explode slut
I'll creep backwards, hide in your fuckin' apartment
skin ya body, use it as a costume to go in departments
Steal your lyrics spit it, get boo'ed and whipped, shit
I guess that's what happens when I don't use my sick lips