Yo whattup 
E? Yo whattup 
Starbuck, what's goin on? 
Yeah how you livin? 
Yeah you know just smokin every day, whassup? 
Yeah let me tell you hip-hop's 
WACK man Yeah 
I know, say word 
All these 
MC's got diseases 
Yeah they got like frostbite, there's a bad plague baby 
MC's got delusions of grandeur and such {*brrrr, brrrrr!*} 
Yeah man, yo we gotta tell 'em whassup [Eon] 
Now go make a record, and go rob a bank 
Now you got 
Cool C-itis to thank 
Copped that advance, but lost that check 
Must be due to 
Alzheimer's onset 
Go up in the label, when honies start feelin ya 
Hobbes you better catch some 
A&R felia(?) 
And female rappers don't have a chance 
Need flow augmentation and mic implants 
Yo, you went to bed with that hoochie redhead? 
Caught half-steppin cause she got a peg leg 
Shot your milk, she didn't swallow it? 
That's cause girl was lactose intolerant 
Smoke with 
E, you gonna have fun 
Oh, but by the way, leave with collapsed lungs 
Try and spit, but nothin comes out 
Braindead 
MC's all got cotton mouth [Chorus: repeat 2X] 
This be a list of hip-hop's diseases 
Too much ice gon' have shorty sneezin 
Too much 'dro will leave a kid wheezin 
Head's too big, stab you up for no reason [Eon] 
You with wifey dog, get a car from 
Sonya It's likely you'll catch 
Nokia phobia 
You shiverin from ice, hold a mic device 
It's most certainly some rappers frostbite 
Go up in the club, in moderation 
Cause online you be catchin 
Peter Geisha'n impatient 
Ha ha, rollin trees, only got seeds 
Man's puffin crystals, green with envy 
Rhymin for the loot, to get some mass 
You a prime candidate for a heart bypass (clear! clear!) 
You online, think you the dopest 
Geek caught a case of wack internet-a-tosis 
Startin rumors, check the tabloids 
Caught a Blaze haze, maybe 
Source hemerrhoids (ouch) 
Wack on stage, with off-beat ailment 
At a show catch a microphone impalement [Chorus] [Eon] 
Scrub your hands fifty times, and wash the smut odor 
Obvious obsessive compulsive disorder 
Up I got downers, down 
I got uppers 
Now chuggin 
Pedia Sure for ****in suppper (glug glug glug) 
Step to E, no microphone contest 
Soon learn about inferiority complex 
I'm stuck on hip-hop, can't get a fix 'til 
Mighty Mi deals me a dope remix 
Now I'll supply prescriptions 
Come to the mother****in spot, if you havin wack visions 
Writers block? 
Just can't flow? 
Hit you off with a double mic hydro 
You goin gold if you got the patience 
Son check in you got rap hallucinations 
The surgeon, wack 
MC's I carve up 
Hip-Hop med school, 
Dr. Starbucks [Chorus] 
Yeah E, I don't know 
I still don't think they know 
Smut Peddlers, 
Cage, in the house 
Mighty Mi, in the house 
Yes indeed all the dirty people, in the house 
Yo, you better go get checked 
Go to the clinic, cause you got somethin 
Don't say you got nothin 
Cause we're all diseased, right