i attack the mic like i got a grudge against it your sh.. against my wit, take your pick, I rhyme sick, while you get deported like slick rick I'm sticking the di.. to your chick, her tastes are fickle you are now officially in a pickle, my words cut you like a sickle wicked blade im a made man, i got fans ran they way in japan, wantin to shake my hand, girls sans clothes, clothing unrequired, this rhyme burn you like fire, you're in dire straights, making a silly face while you hate, question your faith, lemme finish up i got a date, peace, im gonna go mate. HA HA.