Sick Shit
Curtis Foster
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Ayyo, pass the torch to me It’s Curt Voorhees with a sickening score of screams In the background, it’s that sound when I’m torturing Cannibalistic, I’m famished, but I’mma need more emcees Sweatin’ so hard, you see my fuckin’ pores? They’re gleaming I’m between scenes of wicked cinematic-ish scheming Dry heaving between each these breaths I get as I’m fiending For these indecent plots, it’s the motley behemoth I’m not sinister, I’m just cynical So bottom-feeding I’ll prolly be never reaching my pinnacle I’d rather just shit on those in my way like an obstacle Obstinately dropping my posterior to pinch a loaf Dry humor like I’m laughing with bronchitis Inside of my lungs like I’ve summoned some Newport-itis Far from the highest, I’m imbibing, I’m driving Puttin’ the iron to tires while I’m igniting the fire Overdriving the engine, fry it, silence, I hear the sirens Only way to escape is to make up a fuckin’ violent pileup It’s all in jesting, you distorting the message You give importance to questionable shit And then you call it offensive Sick shit, sick shit, why’s it so cryptic? Curtis Foster lost his marbles, he’s gone ballistic! Sickness, sickness, can I get a witness? Break stuff like you listenin’ to Limp Bizkit Thoughts coded in numerical codex like sudoku Beefcake bitch, do I look like I’m eatin’ tofu? I’m watching all of these flicks on my frickin’ Roku No new, Jamie Lee in Halloween, that’s old school This is soul food, you hearing these lyrics? You got a spirit? I’ll take a fuckin’ bomb to it like I’m Goku Get freezed up like Frieza, this is all-out war we havin’ So why the hell you out and about seeking peace, bruh? To maintain the claim to my name in this game I overcame the rain as I braved a mountain of doubt and shame It’s all the same to me like a caucasian naming scheme Mike, Joe, Bob Karen, Amy, Stayphanie… F*ck, I meant Stephanie Whatever, just let it be If you bashing, kiss my ass Go ‘head and select a cheek (This one!) This shit is my destiny If you disrespectin’ me I’mm tear that ass apart And I’m not talking about no lechery Treacherous, shark-infested waters Conjured from the marijuana Ganja, the chronic you puffin’ got you gone off to Havana Sweatin’ when you step to me like you stepped right into a sauna Bobbing like a buoy, bitch, welcome to my new disorder Sick shit, sick shit, why’s it so cryptic? Talk behind my back, yeah, that’ll get you on my shit list Sickness, sickness, can I get a witness? What the f*ck you want from me this Christmas, a dick pic? Sick shit, sick shit, why’s it so cryptic? Curtis Foster lost his marbles, he’s gone ballistic
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