[Verse 1]

This is Sickly Sid, hopefully to you I'm not a stranger

If I am, then strap in, consider yourself in danger

Never been on my own, gotta prove that I'm worth it

Locked in over beats that I'm hoping will confirm it

I only have my permit but I promise I'm a driver

Anyone who jumps on a track with me must be a fucking diver

I get to the bottom of a beat so quick that I'm stuck

I'm wedged in so far, bring me a screwdriver

Here on the stage, got to make an impression

A leg I'll try and break if you grant me accession

Or do I shake the leg? That's really the first question

I ask when I'm about to have your ears in possession

Give you a headache with the strapped-in compression

Of the rapped vocals delivered with aggression

Don't try and get my thoughts out with a bull session

Usually all you need to see is my face expression

[Verse 2]

Bouncing back on the track with no feedback

Give my raps some flack and I'll give you smack

Just kidding, I'm just tripping, I'm so silly, not committing

To giving in willingly serious written spitting

I'm having fun chilling and delivering straight fibbings

Of course I'm lyrically sinning but I'm mentally winning

It's not like I'm getting a living from your listen

I'm still transmitting hidden, good riddance, I'm not missing

The beat has a big shake that gives the place a quake

You'll be wondering, is that the MC or a horse race?

Please, just take a backseat and listen to me

If you think this is a hoax, I'll put you in an oubliette

I'll freestyle for you til you won't wanna leave

"What's for supper?", for you? Here's another number

I'll see what other rhymes I have down in the gutter

You're listening to Sickly Sid, I'm smooth like butter