Tekst piosenki
[Verse 1]
Feelin sicker than a fuckin dog
And even iller than a pig with the flu of a hog
Nigga, my fuckin nose has been fuckin reclogged
Like my vocab when my rhymes are on top
Because I spit shit like an ass with explosive diarreah
Bitch, you dont fuckin know me, heres my fuckin criteria
2 billion fuckin views, makin Psy feelin teary-eyed
This shit probably has 100
Fucker, I’m the shit, makin feces feel deprived
I’m surprised these niggas
Have fuckin sur-vived
When half of’em can’t even fuckin’ pro-vide
For their fuckin family, I’m the spot in mine
I shine for my own light
Sometimes I feel fuckin tight stranded
My life goes left, but I’m really fuckin right handed
I’m fuckin sick
Yeah
[Verse 2]
I’m a sick bastard
I sneeze into my sleeve
I keep all the bad shit trashed at
A junkyard I call my brain, clash
Made a loud ass collision, maybe where these rhymes came to fathom
And when I rap them
My juices flow, so I trap them
And decap
The caps on a bottle of Snap
P-L-E gulp the shit down, made of the best stuff on Earth
Sike, nigga, Im the best shit around
So I’m sippin on a bottle of me
Need a lobotomy
I swear, my illness is gonna be the drop of me
Got enough fuckin heart to fuckin stop the beat
And stop the heat
Not the team
This damn cold, make these bitches retreat
Like Robert E. Lee on Hallow-we-een
Yeah, not givin any fuckin candy
Got a fuckin war to win! Fuck WTB!
Although I am sick, I’m still gonna get up, because I’m still pretty damn slick
I’m a sick motherfucker
Like my dad when he was makin’ me
9 months later, he’s at a fuckin job makin’ cheese
Daddy made enough money
To raise a fuckin family
Little did they know they would have to raise a ragin’ beast
Who would later go by Rion, what a fuckin’ little prodigy is he
But he’s feeling sickly
Insane or crazy, thanks for the other meaning, Urban Dictionary
I’m an urban dick shun fairy
Cause I’m fly, give her the dick, and avoid all the pricks
Yeah, still fuckin sick
Is there even a cure for amazing?
Don’t even know, man
Uh
Yeah
[Verse 3]
Called in sick for the third mothafuckin time
All these sevies waitin for my next mothafuckin rhyme
Nigga, I don’t even try to fuckin mind
All these haters, they the enemies that I try
To make cry
Usin’ force to knock these fags out, bitch, I’m a fuckin Jedi
I’m the sword without the samurai
Sharp as a fucker, but independent as being alive with one damn eye
Damn
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