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Song Lyrics
Sick |
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Call me sick, I'm flippin shit rippin the script// Take the paper to ya vains as I'm slittin ya wrist// I enjoy serving pain to the innocent kids// I beat mike with tina then I kicked in her ribs// Diabolical maniac, you call me fat// I react, swingin at ya skull with a boned-bat// I don't take lightly to comments despise me// Trying to be nice before I turn into frightning// Monsterous, I ponder wits, then conjure shit// I make a fuckn rappin demon with fists// A creature from the west wit a mic in his hand// Spittin venom in eye then put ya face in a fan// Been a pyscho from day one, I handle my gift// Eat bullets from guns, and cancerous tits// Any minute I got one, to callin you quits// And all because of this now your calling me sick// Been a pyscho from day one, I handle my gift// Eat bullets from guns, and cancerous tits// Any minute I got one, to callin you quits// And all because of this now your calling me sick// Im the evil kenevil of rap, I'm jumpin gaps// I make ya cardiac pulse like fuckn heart-attacks// Spin words in sprays, untill ya soul is fazed// cut through ya body vitals, leave ya scared for days// Im sick of the bullshit in music// All these punks with record labels abuse it// I could take all their chains n their cash// And Like they smuggled it in prison, shove it right in their ass// Cuz Im sick, but some call me mentally ill// Bustin ya fuckn teeth so get ya cavities filled// Im the dentist drilling into ya roots// rippin through ya gums n tongue while hangin onto ya tooth// Im a deranged pig, stashin raza blades// in my mouth and up my sleeve in mysterious ways// in this faze, I'll lace em in a purple haze// smoke it up, then blow it in ur face like fuckn grenades// repeat chorus I am the sickness, disease to you fuckn bitches// pukin illness as Im burnin you like salem witches// I got no patience, dealin with the ignorant peeps// I got a pocket full of shells like rage against the machine// Im blastin at you, Im puttin holes all in ya torso// Im foldin back ya arms to put ya neck in a choke hold// You think its funny how I'm speakin these words// But while ya laughin your infected with my lyrical germs// Never expected I could send a virus over the line// Your in denial while its creepin and infectin ya spine// Its spreadin, through ya body every way// It taps ya mind and makes you listen to this track for days// reapeat chorus 2x |
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