Sick Ill (Prod. Sylence) - Deuce One



     
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Sick Ill (Prod. Sylence) Lyrics


Verse 1:
The second that I start this shit, you people grab you hearts and then/
The beat be takin charge of it and turn you all to carcasses/
You best to get to steppin cause ya record when ya tested 'em/
Is 0'n something, like that guy that died wrestling/
It's disgusting what Deuce can do in beef/
Kill you with a verse, and re-use it as ya eulogy/
I am what I say too, stand in my way duke/
I won't just son you, I'll Andrea Yates you/
Ain't nobody that's as crazy as Deuce/
Droppin sicker shit than pigeons with the Avian Flu/
The CPR crews nuts, some Fred Krugers/
So step to us and leave with your legs chewed up/
I belong on a leash, I'm a dawg and a beast/
That be hauntin' the weak when they fallin asleep/
You a fag, you prolly suck dick in all of ya dreams/
Wake up and scream findin' out ya swallowed ya teeth/
The work of an arson, bursting and sparking/

Spit a verse from the heart and convert you to carbon/
I hope you undertstand that I'ma light you on fire/
Even though I spoke in circles like a bicycle tire/
I'm on the rise, I'm comin, grindin, hustlin/
And if it's not Deuce rhymin', fuck 'em/
I'm certainly gunna, serve everyone of....
You herbs steps and Deuce and get murdered by numbers/
Chorus:
Yeah I'm Deuce One, yeah I'm sick ill/
Yeah I'll put a tech nine to a kid's grill/
You think that you got issues? You got a lot problems?/
I got a gat I gotta hide with 40 bodies on it/
Yeah I make songs, yeah it's straight raw/
What do I gotta do to prove that I hate ya'll?/
You think you got a clue? You think you know what's up/
Can't even be around you fuckin' people without throwin up/
Verse 2:
My mind is tweakin, I got my eye on the weekend/
I'ma adopt like 3 kids just so I can beat 'em/
My crew is pure evil, check the work we do/
People helping people, learn how to hurt people/
I hate people, it's time you faced the truth/
I probably like you better if you hate me too/
You got a problem with my music? Deuce is right/
And suicide might be the solution, you should try!/
Mason is the king, Timmothy McVeigh's the man/
When people are insane and crazy, man I think it's great and/
If you shot a politician or you killed somebody famous then/
I want to go prison just visit you and shake ya hand/
Who wants beef with this particular artist/
I'll pick you apart because I'm sick of the garbage/
I kick ridiculous knowledge, if i get in ya thoughts then/
Ya head'll be exploding on some mission to mars shit/
I'll pull your heart out through a rip in ya armpit/
I'll bury you, dig you up and piss on your carcass/
Complain about ya cell and get hanged above a bed of nails/
How you feelin now you baby, are you better now?/
Scathe you with a razor while you screamin "let me down"/
And you beg for euthanasia like Korean pedophiles/
I live backwards, don't get caught up in the aftermath/
I'm a savage cat, and if you have to ask/
Verse 3:
Bitch, You're an orange bellied midget/
Could've got in Willy Wonka's crib without a golden ticket/
I never really cared if I'm alive or dead/
That's why I was drunk driving at drivers ed/
I still passed, cause I smacked the instructor/
And threatened to shove the fat bastard back in his mother/
What up girl? Imagine the fun we could have with eachother/
After I'm done sellin this stash of crack to your brother/
I'm fillin needles, even though I don't really need to/
I just like killin people when I steal from people/
Instead of robbin' it's a dead giveaway/
My debt gettin paid shoulda been a dead giveaway/
You producin and rapping? If your name ain't Sylence/
Or Deuce then you have no business doing that shit/
I'm iller than anything you've written before/
I'm sicker with ball points than genital warts/
You shit talkin haters, shut the fuck up, better chill, like/
Deuce, if you so ill where's ya record deal/
I ain't tryna get signed, I'm an independent/
If I sent you a demo there was anthrax with it/
Ya'll about to learn man, I'm gettin serious/
Faster than the most loyal Howard Stern fans/
It's goin down then, I'm climbing the ladder/
Fast, ya'll are climbing brokeback mountain/
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Lyrics submitted by Jerrod.

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