Sick 2 Def
Real sick hearing these pricks talk shitThey get there throats slit 'coz they talkin' to me like I'm thickAnd I'm real tired of these bullshit guysThey best go, hide 'coz I'm lookin' for 'em on the sly
'Coz I've had it up to here, right up to hereMight ave to do it reservoir dogs style slice of their ear'Coz I've had enuff of bredders actin' tough, tryin' ta get roughWhen its obvious they ain't rough enuff, listen
I don't just talk the talk, I walk itThat's why my mouth's always comin' out with raw shitMy rap style's distorted like lil' mo getting rappedAnd keepin' the baby instead of gettin' it aborted
Yo, I talk morbid just to make you feel awkwardDeaths a part of life, yo, you just cant ignore itEspecially when I rip out your heart and on my sleeve sport it likeSomethin' you feel precious 'coz ya dead gran bought it
I talk so foul, I talk so course, I show no regretI show no remorse like a necromanic raping a corpseUp the anal passage while contracting genital warts
My metaphor's are twisted like that gameWhere you gotta put that hob nob in ya gobIf you the last one to come on the biscuitI'm so sadistic so I fantasize about findingMy mums ex floating in a bath tub with his wrists slit
And I'm real sick hearing these pricks talk shitThey get there throats slit 'coz they talkin' to me like I'm thickAnd I'm real tired of these bullshit guysThey best go, hide 'coz I'm lookin' for 'em on the sly
I've had it up to here, right up to hereMight ave to do it reservoir dogs style slice of their ear'Coz I've had enuff of bredders actin' tough, tryin' ta get roughWhen its obvious they ain't rough enuff
You best buy a TV if you want me to stop'Coz I'm so heavy influenced by the things that I watchIt 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 boxIt seems Pedophiles singing on top of the popsGarry glitter, Michael Mish-a-walkOn the net ken bigley got his neck tek off
That's some nasty shit and still you wonder why I'm sickWhen I see this shit and I say exactly what I thinkThat's some nasty shit and you don't ban itBut you ban computer games, somethin' 'round here really stinks
What about cigarettes and alcoholic drinks?Or the animal that died just so your wife could wear that minkYour disgraceful like gettin' caught, pissin' in the sinkA white girl wont suck my dick just because its pink
And I'm real sick hearing these pricks talk shitThey get there throats slit 'coz they talkin' to me like I'm thickAnd I'm real tired of these bullshit guysThey best go, hide 'coz I'm lookin' for 'em on the sly
Had it up to here, right up to hereMight ave to do it reservoir dogs style slice of their ear'Coz I've had enuff of bredders actin' tough, tryin' ta get roughWhen its obvious they ain't rough enuff
Check it, the last verse is just as bad as the firstCompared to the second, yo, it's definitely worse'Coz this is about a guy getting chauffeured in a hurstLet me do what Nas did and tell that shit in reverse
The hirst brings the corpse back to the morgueThe guy from the morgue undresses the corpseEmbalming fluid goes back out, the blood goes back inBody goes back to hospital where it comes alive again
The paramedics walk backwards like an Irish dancePut the wounded man back in the ambulanceThe ambulances engine turns back onAnd its lights flash as it plays his favorite song
The guy goes back to the exact spot where they found himAnd the medics and and all the passers by go backWhere they came from till eventuallyNo one surrounds him and the blood pours up himRather than down him
The man then falls upwards back on his feetStumbles towards a dark figure on the other side of the streetHe walks into the blade that cut his bellyThen he holds his neck which was bleeding already
He removes his hand so you can see the cutAnd as the knife undoes the slice, it closes back upHe unsays the words he said which were, 'What the fuck'And unscreams the scream from the first initial cut
Then the blood from he severely severed earCrawls back up his cheek and slowly disappearsAs the knife wielding silhouette unhacks it from the rearPuts the knife away after reattaching the ear
Then walks backwards thought the bushesWhere he's disregarded natureWho's the guy on the bench, I'm reading his paperTakes the snail he stepped on back from its creatorOnly to be killed again when I fast forward this shit later
Back in his house now back in his bedHe un-listens to a CD and un-bops his headTake's the CD out the player and puts it back in its caseWhich has my name on the cover along with my face
Fast forward, there's been a murderAnd the police know who's done itNot lookin' for a motive 'coz they don't know why he done itSure enough it don't take that long for them to find a reasonAnd they publicly state it on TV that evening
A couple of months later, this shit gets bannedLike it was me who put that switch in his handAnd told him to kill that man
Like this whole song was just some kinda sickly devised planTo hurt some poor cunt I don't even knowAnd I've never met before in my life
The words whoever said, "The pen is mightier than the sword"Was right and you better think twiceBefore you step to me and pick a fight
C-c-check, yo
Real sick hearing these pricks talk shit