Lyrics:
She's getting fatter day by day
She really makes me sick
Uni-high beefrag
She's gaining weight everyday
She really makes me sick
Uni-high beefrag
Every sick, fickle fucker
Childhood's what makes ya
'Til they treat ya like tundra
Weigh those opinions
More like air than lead
Every planned
Sick religion
Your state is terminal.
Sick religion
One day you will die
The great illusion.
created by corrupts.
Consumes the sick souls.
Feeds
sick thoughts for all the dead
All you believe will be laid to rest by the
Six-six-six sick thoughts inside my head!
I will thrive on your despair
From
Sick of these niggas
Sick of these niggas they Pullin the trigger
My nigga J got killed there
Killed by the greed of these niggas I swear
Sick of your
desires
Those are the things that we should set fire
They're all driven by a production of shit that's just a waste of my time
It's sick!
Is this really
I feel too bad
I'm feeling mighty sick and sore
So bad I feel
I said I'm feeling sick and sore
And so afraid
My man don't love me no more
and a half
Seemed like it took a couple of months
Lenny Bruce moved on and like the ones that killed him, gone.
They say he was sick 'cause he didn't play
yourself up,
Dust yourself off,
Start all over again.
Work like a soul inspired,
Till the battle of the day is won.
You may be sick and tired,
But
yourself up,
Dust yourself off,
Start all over again.
Work like a soul inspired,
Till the battle of the day is won.
You may be sick and tired,
But
of 'em
I consume them by the score
And when I'm through, what do I do
I stamp and holler for more
You can have the fourth position on my list
Must admit
Self-destructing just to escape
Confidence is wearing thin
Irritated by the world
Withdrawn and broken
Too sick to care
Selfishly waiting for pain
yourself up,
Dust yourself off,
Start all over again.
Work like a soul inspired,
Till the battle of the day is won.
You may be sick and tired,
But
yourself up,
Dust yourself off,
Start all over again.
Work like a soul inspired,
Till the battle of the day is won.
You may be sick and tired,
But
Self-destructing just to escape
Confidence is wearing thin
Irritated by the world
Withdrawn and broken
Too sick to care
Selfishly waiting for pain
yourself up,
Dust yourself off,
Start all over again.
Work like a soul inspired,
Till the battle of the day is won.
You may be sick and tired,
But
and I'm losing it now
(I'm so sick)
(I'm so sick)
(I'm so sick)
(I'm so sick)
(I'm so)
By myself sitting, waiting
Intrusive thoughts ready to weigh in
I'm
pillow
And my plastic proton gun
Control, control
I tricked and tricked my head
Lying in bed
With my imaginary friends
We become sick
Cos sane is no fun
going to bed and
My stomach is sick and it's all in my head
But she's touching his
Chest now, he takes off her dress now
Let me go i just can't look,
The Book of Revelations
Chapter 7: Verses 16 and 17 (Yes sir)
They shall hunger no more
Neither shall they thirst anymore (Preach preacher!)
licks for the fam but I did without the plugg
Coz you bet I had no charger
Laughing at who's smarter
Blocks hot
Not getting by on Don's watch
Putting that
on the coin-op tv
Frozen in fear every time we appear
I'm not surprised and really, why should I be?
See nothing wrong
See nothing wrong
So sick and tired
on the coin-op tv
Frozen in fear every time we appear
I'm not surprised and really, why should I be?
See nothing wrong
See nothing wrong
So sick and tired
mind disturb my life
Sick of it Sick of all
My anxious mind disturb my life
Wake up open my eyes
And notice you’re still by my side
I’ve been here so
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