Verse 1:
After listening to this rap track you'd give me mad props
You'd clearly see the difference between me
And other punk bitches who claim they're sick emcees who suck cock
Self-proclaimed rap Gods who boast about their so-called fame
But when you hear their songs, mad flops
Many wallows on their shallow raps, fronts like a roaring lion
But in fact they're just hollow cats
I wanna smash a hollow block on their airy heads
Which is filled with "I'm lyrically insane!"
But their lyrics are practically plain, combine all of their brains
It's just a teenie weenie small fraction of mine
I'm lyrically sublime, I look like a friendly child but there's a demon inside
Me that will devour you alive,
you'd be like, running from teasing a beehive
Dace is swollen before you arrive to your destination
Chorus:
I'm sick with it
'cause I'm into it
Bars and verses are infinite
'cause I'm into it
Verse 2:
Hello, (Hi) I'm Shehyee, an emcee who's witty
Who would be a cause of a lot of envy from emcees that I pity
But at the same time irritated to their songs that are more girly than Hello Kitty
Yeah, some of you folks have made an album or mixtape, but you've just wasted CD's
Bitches just eat milk and cookies while you ejaculate on action movies' construction ladies
Microphone babies, monotonous pussies, die please!
Please include Jejemons into the death spree
I will be glad to gladly host a ceremonial activity
Don't be offended with the curses on rap verses that pertain to you bitches
Ya'll the reason these curses exist
Ya'll are pests don't expect hugs and kisses
You will be all killed by angered thugs and disses
Repeat chorus
Verse 3:
Face a mirror and reflect, look at yourself (don't get scared)
What have you felt? do you detect something?
Is that a human being who gives the world a new meaning?
Or just a whiner who can't stand up properly, always tilted? Always bullied always gets a beating?
A human being who doesn't have anything?
Not even a small dream, goals are not to cross your tiny apartment's ceiling?
Then die bitch, you can't do shit? then try, bitch
Try anything, any shit, be hybrid
Your iris can't see anything 'cause you've got shut eyelids
Listen closely to the words spitted by my lips
If you don't wanna be cursed or shitted on, be beyond words at what you do
Be sick with it, if you're into it
Shit's will be infinite
Be into it, be
