[Intro: Dogmatic]
Promatic, Promatic
Sicknotes
Promatic, Promatic (Hah)
One, two, three, four
[Verse 1: Dogmatic]
They got platinum chains, we got heaters
Turn your pretty ass little wife into a cheater
Dogmatic and Sicknotes be a believer
Rip his throat with six [?] of chrome fever
Fee Fi Fo Fum, stop him from breathing
That nigga Big 'Matic is a Detroit heathen
The kids kept teasing, teasing and teasing
And I didn't even know that my sanity was leaving
So look at me now writing rhymes 'til the ceiling
Smacking every bitch on the block until they feel me
Y'all should've killed me before I was born
Had an abortion before I wrote songs
Before I bust shoes in your home with the chrome
But I'm alive, you better leave me alone
You niggas give head, I get dome
You want mine, get it how Caeser got Rome
And on the phone, so bitch be quiet
I'm talking to Proof, plotting and conspiring
On how to take over the world, I ain't lying
Pep, Witt, Sicknotes, niggas ain't trying
Promatic, Promatic
Sicknotes
Promatic, Promatic (Hah)
One, two, three, four
[Verse 1: Dogmatic]
They got platinum chains, we got heaters
Turn your pretty ass little wife into a cheater
Dogmatic and Sicknotes be a believer
Rip his throat with six [?] of chrome fever
Fee Fi Fo Fum, stop him from breathing
That nigga Big 'Matic is a Detroit heathen
The kids kept teasing, teasing and teasing
And I didn't even know that my sanity was leaving
So look at me now writing rhymes 'til the ceiling
Smacking every bitch on the block until they feel me
Y'all should've killed me before I was born
Had an abortion before I wrote songs
Before I bust shoes in your home with the chrome
But I'm alive, you better leave me alone
You niggas give head, I get dome
You want mine, get it how Caeser got Rome
And on the phone, so bitch be quiet
I'm talking to Proof, plotting and conspiring
On how to take over the world, I ain't lying
Pep, Witt, Sicknotes, niggas ain't trying
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