The beat:
Here's the verse:
I think it's super duper sick ~(._.)~ Thanks again!
[Intro] [Ends at 0:09]
[Verse] [Begins at 0:10]
So first off I spit for HKD
for the illmatic notoriety,
I'm sick of society
Music is bland
there's no variety
my style is fatter than Coach Saddi
I'm sick
I murder sh*t, spit faster than a Maserati
yeah hawmie
I got a spot in HKD
refuse to be sedentary
gotta keep moving keep proving
that I got the rap cooties
yeah cutie
got a nice booty
But I don't care
I'll just stare
I'll tie a b*tch in a knot, before I tie one with her
- she got the mur,
that'll start a fire
I'm tired, no more gas,
let's stop at the station
get this b*tch racin,
knock her out of place
spit in her face,
I'm illuminatic, psychotic, protic, bionic,
yeah - h*e
my flow is super sonic
I'm on it, that what-cha-ma-call-it
all right let's stop with the stalling and get this b*tch balling:
I'm quick with the tounge
I'm sprung
your raps reek of dung
I'm done
-with you
you f*cking joke soak it all in
I'll put a spin on you while HKD takes a sh*t on you
Get the f*ck out fool
let's pretend you're a pizza and throw you in the oven,
you dirty jew,
OH SHOOT
I get here and do what I've got to do,
spit real sick and insane sh*t you stupid pr*ck
stop with the retarded sh*t
make your tongue do something useful and give my royal as* a lick.
haha