[Sicka than aidZ]

yeah, when i stab this conan shank thru your think tank.../
dont forget to thank Aidz for relieving your soul from that shit stank.../
had to do what i did,...u smelled "homeless".../
"mini-gun, 50 caliber muthafucka" leave your whole clique "domeless
butterfly knives,...check it,..four atta time.../
release infinite ninja stars thru your screen an leave u permanantly "offline".../
off mind the way I do it baffles crews but they get used to it.../
just gotta say,"what's up reala god" as sicka pushes thru your hood in tha "all black buick".../
aint nuthin to it,...u punks get the fuck on the floor.../
elbow my way thru your living room,...gun blasts leave u bleedin "on all fours".../
force these weaklings back to the crib,...your daycare closes for the evening.../
mommy never picked u up cuz she's in the back seat of vette screamin "Aidz,Fuck me" while heavily breathing.../
got your bitches forgettin bout their own seedlings.../
they suck dick so well I leave nut drippin off the ceilings.../
in your bedroom by your toy box is where we last knocked.../
killed another freestyle muthafucka,..ten minutes "Tops"

PIR
peace