Sick to my stomach, take the pill and then I drum it
I'ma bring the fucking ruckus, saw yourself, did some hummus
Rummage through your damn guts
Now you're stuck on my Damascus
I was damned to the throne, but now I'm lappin'
Put another hole in the wall
Because I hear them by the stairs, they crawl
All around, I condemn every syllable and sound
That you make up out your mouth
Your bitch gon' make her way down south
Taking my [?] up in your house

Fuck with me and you gon' lose