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letra de i'm ill (remix) - uncle sam

my sh-t’s buzzin like i got the game on vibrate
who’s callin? was your girl, but now she’s my date
not helen- nah, its no kind of blind date
looks into my eyes and she can see that its my fate
you motherf-ckers better pack up and migrate
spittin so hard i’m afraid i might dehydrate
flow greater than five lakes
that’s huron, ontario, michigan, eerie, and superior
h.o.m.e.s., face it- your foundation is inferior
see through the cracks, without even getting near to ya
face it your wack, never even be near where i’m at
no fitted, you’re rockin a f-ckin salary cap
real simple sh-t, like 2nd grade special ed
pencil games r-t-rded- i write with special lead
read all about it, check what the special said
last seen in the er- left for dead

mother f-cker i’m ill, motherf-cker i’m sick
blunt to the head, call it a face lift
similar to surgery plastic
know you heard i be spastic
flippin, kickin gymnastics
its hard to not be trippin
cuz i’m spitttin this acid
that’s lsd for you b-st-rds
in the booth, a catalogue of some caskets
bury the beat, then dig up a new cl-ssic
what you dudes call abuse, man i call it har-ssment
this is nothing short of aggravation
lack of ventilation- blowin off steam
i’m sick like bein tricked into goin home with a queen
motherf-cker i’m ill, so you know it ain’t a chance that i chill
refrigeration it k!lls, germs
sh-ttin on the game and it burns
like indian food and buffalo chicken
heads like “what the f-ck is he spittin?”
dj, pull it back, you’ve got to be kiddin’

- uncle sam

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