Lyrics
Intro
You got it comin'... It's coming your way now...
I got the sickness and I'll spread it all around...
Guess what? You're the next one I'm hittin'...
Ain't no holdin' back... I'm spittin' what I'm spittin'...
Verse 1
Me be just another rapper? Well, it may be your case
'Cause I don't brag about my heaters, young ladies or sex;
I'm the asian invader that's invading your states
Trespassing your boundary through radio waves;
I'm a psycho! I psych people everywhere I go
Call you on a date just to say I don't like you;
I ain't a cipher! My rhymes can drive you insane and
Make you frown and say, "This brownie's got an extra brain";
Some of you people think that only one person can rap
And that my skills in this craft are one percent of that
What he has; so, sit back, let my verse interact
And I'ma leave the beliefs of no person intact;
Now get your kids vaccinated 'cause I got a disease
And contaminated rap s***'s what I'm out to release;
Grab a drink, sit yo booty down; I'm bringin' it on
So, throw your hands in the air and try to sing it along!
Chorus
Sick with the sickness, big in the business;
Haters wanna hate on me, I know what the reason is:
Dope since the 6th grade, they think I'm a misfit;
I know I'm the better man; that is why they wanna hate me!
I'm sick with the sickness, big in the business;
Haters wanna hate on me, I know what the reason is:
Dope since the 6th grade, they think I'm a misfit;
I know I'm the better man; that is why they wanna hate me!
Verse 2
The disease in my brain cannot be reasoned or explained
I'm iller than the Gs any prison has restrained;
I mess you up no less than if you kiss an express train
So b****! Screw yourself after gettin' a sex change
Or get yo wig-split! I'm not the kinda prick to F with.
I buy myself a real doll and pick to wrestle it;
For my ex, "b****, you'll never find a guy to marry."
If you ever do, I wish you lose your guy to Paris.
And I'm certainly bored with having trouble with *****s,
Trouble me more and the s*** would get utterly gross;
Mess up my love life, its gonna be trouble with yours
I'm like the opposite of cupid, I get couples divorced!
I'm ill enough to put you a dose of laxatives and
Toss you in yo room, then lock the door and laugh at it;
With s*** in your pants and tear drops in your eye
I'ma send you to the loo and cut the water supply!
Chorus
Sick with the sickness, big in the business;
Haters wanna hate on me, I know what the reason is:
Dope since the 6th grade, they think I'm a misfit;
I know I'm the better man; that is why they wanna hate me!
I'm sick with the sickness, big in the business;
Haters wanna hate on me, I know what the reason is:
Dope since the 6th grade, they think I'm a misfit;
I know I'm the better man; that is why they wanna hate me!
Verse 3
I had a lotta trouble with my life in the past
Until I started meditating with a knife up my a**;
Good news for my haters: I don't hate 'em, I forgive 'em;
I don't wanna kill their a**es; I'll castrate 'em and leave 'em.
I'm the saviour, who came here aiming to save your
Ears from hearing the same s*** on the radio.
Changing thought-sets of anyone who thinks that he got s***
And get him to say that he wastes ink when he jots s***.
Go diss me on your track, if you don't get dissed back
Then it's a fact, f**, that I think that your s***'s whack.
In fact, I'll be glad to be the reason you quit rap,
You haters are for being pissed upon and not pissed at!
I ain't said that I'm better, I ain't sayin' it to you
If I ever wish to say it, I'll be sayin' it through you;
I ain't just another busta tryin'ta get to the top
I'm the hyphen that you put between the "Hip" and the "Hop"...
Chorus
Sick with the sickness, big in the business;
Haters wanna hate on me, I know what the reason is:
Dope since the 6th grade, they think I'm a misfit;
I know I'm the better man; that is why they wanna hate me!
I'm sick with the sickness, big in the business;
Haters wanna hate on me, I know what the reason is:
Dope since the 6th grade, they think I'm a misfit;
I know I'm the better man; that is why they wanna hate me!
Outro
Everybody wants to take, everything I call as mine.
When the monsta's not awake, they keep getting on his line.
Now the monster's waking up so everyone's shaking now and
They know I'ma take 'em down and that is why they wanna hate me!
Chorus
Sick with the sickness, big in the business;
Haters wanna hate on me, I know what the reason is:
Dope since the 6th grade, they think I'm a misfit;
I know I'm the better man; that is why they wanna hate me!
I'm sick with the sickness, big in the business;
Haters wanna hate on me, I know what the reason is:
Dope since the 6th grade, they think I'm a misfit;
I know I'm the better man; that is why they wanna hate me!