Sickfit (TATERHEDD FREESTYLE)

Trap rapper, bad actor, madhatter, lavish packer

Makin' songs to rat out actors who can't get the act straight and lack some

Back some, straight bars for ya, it's eight bars, forty straight

More than eight, lure the bait, no control, I state

I soil the eights, pollin' pap-er, I'm not without a reaction

Doubt me, get fastin' down the drain like a napkin

Pain is reactin', Dame was just rappin, what the hell just happened?

I'm 40 on the Freeway, spittin' two words (get it?)

Lit, big suburbs, spit it out and reignite, I'm like "forget it"

What's a bodybuilder to a midget, and a skyscraper

A pie waiter, the stack chaser, bag chaser, has acres

Of land sittin' across his bad case of

Disease, I breeze out through my cheese

I stack, but people lack the knack for bare composition I pack

I thumbtack, only on these walls

Fightin' for your rights even when you're wrong