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Sick 2 Def

See-see-check, yoReal sick hearing these pricks talk shit

They get there throats slit 'coz they talkin' to me like I'm thick

And I'm real tired of these bullshit guys

They best go, hide 'coz I'm lookin' for 'em on the sly'Coz I've had it up to here, right up to here

Might ave to do it reservoir dogs style slice of their ear

'Coz I've had enuff of bredders actin' tough, tryin' ta get rough

When its obvious they ain't rough enuff, listenI don't just talk the talk, I walk it

That's why my mouth's always comin' out with raw shit

My rap style's distorted like lil' mo getting rapped

And keepin' the baby instead of gettin' it abortedYo, I talk morbid just to make you feel awkward

Deaths a part of life, yo, you just can't ignore it

Especially when I rip out your heart and on my sleeve sport it like

Somethin' you feel precious 'coz ya dead gran bought itI talk so foul, I talk so course, I show no regret

I show no remorse like a necromanic raping a corpse

Up the anal passage while contracting genital wartsMy metaphor's are twisted like that game

Where you gotta put that hob nob in ya gob

If you the last one to come on the biscuit

I'm so sadistic so I fantasize about finding

My mums ex floating in a bath tub with his wrists slitAnd I'm real sick hearing these pricks talk shit

They get there throats slit 'coz they talkin' to me like I'm thick

And I'm real tired of these bullshit guys

They best go, hide 'coz I'm lookin' for 'em on the slyI've had it up to here, right up to here

Might ave to do it reservoir dogs style slice of their ear

'Coz I've had enuff of bredders actin' tough, tryin' ta get rough

When its obvious they ain't rough enuffYou best buy a TV if you want me to stop

'Coz I'm so heavy influenced by the things that I watch

It ain't just 'Pulp Fiction' and 'Reservoir Dogs'

It's irreversible, there's my 'City Of God'It's the news on every channel when I turn on the box

It seems Pedophiles singing on top of the pops

Garry glitter, Michael Mish-a-walk

On the net ken bigley got his neck tek offThat's some nasty shit and still you wonder why I'm sick

When I see this shit and I say exactly what I think

That's some nasty shit and you don't ban it

But you ban computer games, somethin' 'round here really stinksWhat about cigarettes and alcoholic drinks?

Or the animal that died just so your wife could wear that mink

Your disgraceful like gettin' caught, pissin' in the sink

A white girl won't suck my dick just because its pinkAnd I'm real sick hearing these pricks talk shit

They get there throats slit 'coz they talkin' to me like I'm thick

And I'm real tired of these bullshit guys

They best go, hide 'coz I'm lookin' for 'em on the slyHad it up to here, right up to here

Might ave to do it reservoir dogs style slice of their ear

'Coz I've had enuff of bredders actin' tough, tryin' ta get rough

When its obvious they ain't rough enuffCheck it, the last verse is just as bad as the first

Compared to the second, yo, it's definitely worse

'Coz this is about a guy getting chauffeured in a hurst

Let me do what Nas did and tell that shit in reverseThe hirst brings the corpse back to the morgue

The guy from the morgue undresses the corpse

Embalming fluid goes back out, the blood goes back in

Body goes back to hospital where it comes alive againThe paramedics walk backwards like an Irish dance

Put the wounded man back in the ambulance

The ambulances engine turns back on

And its lights flash as it plays his favorite songThe guy goes back to the exact spot where they found him

And the medics and and all the passers by go back

Where they came from till eventually

No one surrounds him and the blood pours up him

Rather than down himThe man then falls upwards back on his feet

Stumbles towards a dark figure on the other side of the street

He walks into the blade that cut his belly

Then he holds his neck which was bleeding alreadyHe removes his hand so you can see the cut

And as the knife undoes the slice, it closes back up

He unsays the words he said which were, 'What the fuck'

And unscreams the scream from the first initial cutThen the blood from he severely severed ear

Crawls back up his cheek and slowly disappears

As the knife wielding silhouette unhacks it from the rear

Puts the knife away after reattaching the earThen walks backwards thought the bushes

Where he's disregarded nature

Who's the guy on the bench, I'm reading his paper

Takes the snail he stepped on back from its creator

Only to be killed again when I fast forward this shit laterBack in his house now back in his bed

He un-listens to a CD and un-bops his head

Take's the CD out the player and puts it back in its case

Which has my name on the cover along with my faceFast forward, there's been a murder

And the police know who's done it

Not lookin' for a motive 'coz they don't know why he done it

Sure enough it don't take that long for them to find a reason

And they publicly state it on TV that eveningA couple of months later, this shit gets banned

Like it was me who put that switch in his hand

And told him to kill that manLike this whole song was just some kinda sickly devised plan

To hurt some poor cunt I don't even know

And I've never met before in my lifeThe words whoever said, "The pen is mightier than the sword"

Was right and you better think twice

Before you step to me and pick a fight

Songwriters

BALLANCE-DREW, BENJAMIN PAULPublished by

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