Dartitis (pronounced dart-eye-tis) is a condition which can affect darts players, and severely damage their performance. It can be compared to 'the yips', an expression used to describe apparent loss of fine motor skills without any explanation. The term is used in reference to players who struggle with some kind of psychological problem with their technique and/or release of their darts.
The most famous case of dartitis was in 1986, when five-times World Champion, Eric Bristow, revealed he was having problems with the release of his darts. Bristow managed to make a partial recovery from the condition, and even managed to regain the number one position in the world rankings.
Well my hat brim might be
Worn a little to low, you're too slow
What the fuck do you really think you know
I do so and every rhyme that I spit is just so crucial
Like Metamucil I kill some rhymes that I'm used to
You park so high and mighty
But I'm not mighty high Duddy smoke you out with weed
And leave your mouth fucking dry
Cuz some of them rappin clappin laughin always beer
Tapping fuckin' dorkette slapping be ridiculous at how I'm trippin dis
All I'm thinking is this is the best mc that can you can find
I shine like some moon light
Through the pine yo and even if you were wine I'd still stay dope up with
my line
Well if you generally irie
Then roll with the style the an' Duddy's smoking cali green
Leaf till I die B leave me alone when I'm chilling
In my home yo I'm smooth like a Schwinn and I shine
Like the chrome of its fender remember this microphone
Defender return your shit to sender cuz no one wants
To hear it yo your lyrics are weak and yes your spirit's
Meek and you an ignorant mother fucker yes it shows when you speak
You reek of disappointment
Your rhymes need some ointment
The crowd at your shows always laughing and pointin
Leave and blew it my boy has been groovin
And I'm still back stage just smokin and boozin
Confusing the sets save the best for my choosing
I'm choosin the rest so you're losin
Well don't forget about the down and dirty southern Cali flow
Just open up the melody and let the rhythm go
I'm hoofing up the track just like a bouncing antelope
And soften up your skull just like a ripened cantaloupe
Because the west (West)
Coast (Coast)
Knows how to kill it and yo and y'all (Y'all)
Know (Know)
When its time to feel it yo we make it right (Make it right)
So we up all night (Up all night)
Until its tight (Until its tight)
Until its tight (Until its tight)
A bohemian rhapsody, these syllables after me, with lyrical chastity
And verbally blasphemy, the illest we have to be with musical masterpiece
So come on and clap with me, so come on and clap with me
So come on and clap with me
Just come on and clap with me
So come on and clap with me
Yo just come on and clap with me
Once upon a time in the neighborhood
There was a little dirty boy that was up to no good
He had a chip in his tooth and a mic in his hand
He had a dirty ass head from the beach and the sand
He said I just got out of the water and I'm late for school
I asked Duddy to skip and he said "That's cool"
So we went to the liquor store got ourselves some magnum
Rollin' down the street ya you know we brown bagged them
With the 50s on top and the 20s on bottom said
We rollin' through my hood yeah you know we got 'em
Sucker mcs wanna battle me but that's okay I tell 'em don't fuck
Around because we don't play
I sang rock out with my cock out I got balls of steel
Hear me clanking down the street like a bag of beer
Said the dance off session gonna start right here
Duddy B grab the wheel cuz I can't steer
You got 20 inch rims and they spinnin' when you stop
Said I don't give a fuck, kill it when the beat drops
Cuz that's what I respect to all you knuckle heads and
Derelicts just jammin' down the sound with the syllables
And intellect, maybe not the intellect but syllables
Are clean and I leave you in the desert with an empty
Canteen while I'd be rippin trojan
In the Galapagos and I'd be pickin foes like I'd
Be pickin the fro, and all you chicken head hos that