Duck Sick

(You was jealous, it's all your fault)

What's up, punk?

(You was jealous, it's all your fault)

Pretty soon, it's a homie you're grievin'

(You was jealous, it's all your fault)

Got beef? What a pity

(You was jealous, it's all your fault)

Back for the payback, black, you came up shorter

Geah, your ass is out, Eiht wrote a-

Nother funky rap about your jealous track

How you diss C.M.W, boy, you ain't said jack

Your senses should tell ya, kick it, don't be a hero

Equipped to whip is Eiht, unlike a zero

I gotta hitcha, or get witcha

Sit down, clown, I commence to paint a picture

Hmm, it's kinda funny, but yet somewhat amazing

Take you serious? I think about it while I'm blazing

Only then will my reaction show

How I chill and let my tempo flow

Too Sorry is the name for your rap

No competition, dissin', boy, you need to be slapped

Eiht ain't no punk, so learn it quick

Oh yes, P.S., C.M.W., and you can get my duck sick

(You can get the duck sick)

You can get my duck sick

(You can get the duck sick)

I don't believe it, how the hell'd you get on wax?

Makin' demos on your tape deck tracks

You did a show, and I heard it was wack

You tossed our records, think I tossed right back

You got the nerve, tryin to go down like a trooper

In better words, you go down like King Koopa

So stop your little dissin', saying that I can't handle

I put your lights out, you have to rap by a candle (aw yeah!)

Go head up punk, or sell out, I know you must've

Heard the word, new jack, I'm not a buster

Always down to bust a record, a party, know what I mean?

But unlike yourself, sucker, I do it for cream

So period, end of story, don't even bore

Me, Tha Chill MC, claim to glory

So that's it, the Eiht and Chill is the—

(Chill) word, and you can get the duck sick

(You can get the duck sick)

Now you can get my duck sick

(You can get the duck sick)

Geah, get the duck sick

(You can get the duck sick)

Get the duck sick, word up

(You can get the duck sick)

Wait a minute, hold up, son, I know you're flakin'

Sayin' E can't hang, you must be fakin'

I'm not a rookie, meaning a beginner

If fakin' was a sin, you'd be a sinner

Load up my mic and gat to start gunnin'

Fresh off the Compton streets, so start runnin'

You come across like a two-bit sucker

Tryin to compare with E you a clucker

Punk, they call me Eiht, so give me respect

I heard you did a show on your Mom's tape deck

Fool, you fucked up smooth tryin' to diss

A victim of a violent crime on the list

So wake up and smell the bud, little pupils

Tryin' to go head up, punk, you got no scruples

Conflict you pick, you're sick

You can't fade us, but yo, you can get the E's duck sick

(You can get the duck sick)

You can get the E's duck sick

You can get the duck sick

Now, who got you hip to be a rapper?

You sorry jackass (punk whipper snapper)

Just take a step back, and boy, start peepin'

On Eiht and Chill (geah, ain't no sleepin')

Quiet as it's kept, the news'll spread like AIDS

Hip-Hop, C.M.W. gets paid

Always down to dunk the funk

Or clownin' down a weak-ass punk

The beef you got, to Chill, don't mean shit

Just a test I have to pass to show I'm on hit

And Tha Chill's on hit, legit

With the E, I don't quit

I grab a chair and a whip like a lion, suckers I'm tamin

Peel a cap and snap on the mic, because I'm gamin

So watch me rip, 'cause you suckers is on a ego tip

(Stupid suckers) yo, you can get Chill's duck sick

You can get the duck sick

What you say, E?

Get the duck sick

Get the duck sick

Yo, who want the duck sick now?

My man Unknown want the duck sick, E

My man DJ Slip want the duck sick

Word 'em up, Mike, we be boomin' on the boards want the duck sick

My DJs Ant C and Mike T want the duck sick

(You guys are sick!)