I Get It In by LilCrazed

~you could call me mister blister or sickness whatever it is,
i’m vicious, with every visit to the mrs. and by mrs. i mean,
the m.i.c, so just beware of me, cuz uh, apparently you gon’ need me daily (carson) like tara reid,
did, back in the year, now everybody meet the best cast of the year,
myself and i now they added me from the back to the middle to the top of the tier,
scream like the opera’s here, operative ears, constantly hear,
all about me, so doubt me and be doubted, sucker get outta here
and you aint ever stoppin Crazed,
my soundwaves make a wave of sounds that sounds great,
astounding, pounding when you hear and feel the ground shake,
all off making jaws drop like chris browns face
you squares cant bare this bear im tryin get that round cake,
the flows go so cold like the snow over up on a round lake,
i pound great, ask ya girl, she bout to drown crazed,
i keep it dialing so that keep her smiling like a clowns face,
check mate, spectate
my grind, i’m like the x games, no escape,
my mind is like the left lane, so in shape,
yeah u need to call a doctor spit it hotter than lava its like my breath stank
im often off it when i rock it (rocket) like a jets flame,
all up in the cockpit, i prop it just where my legs stay,
because i’m fly boy, and i need to inform,
i just go hard like a virgin in a new porn,
new shoes that the dude just threw on,
and you phonys get folded like molded in a futon,
so you all better uHaul and move on,
u just tryin to get up in my green, you damn croutons,
so get ya jukes on, or throw ya dukes up,
before i drill you and kill you and fill u like a new cup,
lyrical precision so slick its like its been lubed up,
eatin these weaken emcees, full stomach i need a new gut, YUP!