Syndrome - Sick lyrics

[Verse 1: DM3] Homie I'm sick of this sh** The rappers, they say they can spit But they simply be testin they're witt So I chop em to bits And now that I know I can't quit I'm out here just hoping it fits My spittin is sick And now u be catching like mitt While I be out playing like skit Leavin you in the pit! Getting ready to emit Saggin the pants like a tit, check it Spittin the fire, I'll make em retire Balance on wire, they trippin like liar I know you admire, I make you a buyer I'm hotter, you dryer, I roll like a tire I serve like a diner, times 9 like i'm stiner Like major, u minor, you rough but i'm finer A rapping designer, resemble a climber I pa** like a dimer, your favorite rhymer Silence for a little while [Verse 2: DM3] This is more than a test, all the bars hard like arrest I'm up here and feel like I'm blessed, you know the rest But You are only a guest, but now you look more like a pest Get this off my chest, you should just finish the rest You thinkin bout money and breasts, this I just guessed Homie you know I am stressed, but now i'm seeing all the checks Spitting the truth, but I'm only a youth So I stay in the booth, and just search like a sleuth You a baby like blue, and now erryone knew You just clingy like glue, that was only a clue The bars that are left, they're are only a few But the rappin keep coming, i sit and i spew Am i good at this? You know that is true Do not agree well let me tell to you The rappers in the game right now aren't even trying anymore, it makes me sick! Some of them barely use their own voice, it's sickening man Well i'm doing this is in my own original fashion and i hope you all admire what i'm doing here DM3