Lyrics:
your son's a sick man with sick thoughts, I think niggas like him should die
Him and Weinstein should get fucked up in a cell for the rest they life
He
image and looped up
Label got you suped up, telling you you sick
Man you a dick with a loose nut
Video hard to watch like Medusa
Even your club record
Many things Dey weh Dey border man
Many things Dey weh Dey worry man
Many things Dey weh Dey make man sick
Many things Dey weh Dey carry my Brain
Well, I'm a poor white trash
Chicken shit mother fucker
My mama was a drunk
And daddy was a hooker
Well, I'm a dirty, sick man
I should be left
could you touch her?
Dirty dog, lickin' round in a trash can
Dirty dog, you're a pervert, a sick man
Don't you come around me, sniffin' at my feet
Don't
I am an asshole yes I am
And I´m gonna hurt you
I am a wanker yes I know
And I´ll never change
I am a sick man yes I am
And I will desert you
To get real plump, read tomatoes
Oh, and one more thing
My hobby is moyda
Two, three, four
I'm a sick man
My hobby is moyda
My hobby is moyda
bullshit that y'all talk, man, what is you sayin'?
If it ain't about answers or solutions, don't entertain it
I'm sick of complainin' (yeah, yeah)
Man
He's Lucy's father, the man that brought me down
He is such a sick little man
He's so much sicker than me, and I am
Meet me at midnight by
sick, man
Young A.I. and we crew thick, man
Difference between me and you is you be bricklin'
And I ain't never ever done that before (no)
Ye ain't
go
I could be the bigger man
But dem boy dere won't respect man's growth
Wingman, leftback flow
Wig man, head back blown
Sick man, get some cold
to fight, to fight for this
Oh, I'm a tired man, aching for release.
Oh, I'm a sick old man, screaming for disease
I watched my children grow when theirs too.
Slap you like ya barber
Or the 6th man, thinking he a starter when he ain't
I'm a sick man, but smarter than you think
And it's a thin line between
to it and I'm fly
Everything I got is sick, illest man alive
Hottest nigga in my city, ain't no way that I can possibly chill
Illest nigga around,
Mc’s will get hammered cant touch this
Man think theyre sick sent man to the hospice
Im out here cant top this
When i touch the mic they’ll be
I've been falling in my head again
Smoking in the wind, hope the problems faded
M's been focused on the mansion plans I'm on a mission man
Sick
image and looped up
Label got you suped up, telling you you sick
Man you a dick with a loose nut
Video hard to watch like Medusa
Even your club record
Fuck, I'm getting' sick of this, man fuck that bitch
I'm tryna make it rich, gotta feed all my bros you better make a hit
Get the paper cheques, got
hang with the boy man they sick
Changin the game I be breakin they necks
Reppin my city they know that I'm next
Balance accounts I be moved these checks
ain't next
It could be new, who's next?
You got a new man, see you takin' a picture
You post it up, thinkin makes me sick
Imma blow ma shit, so you get
are gold
You tell 'em when they dig my grave
Leave my mouth alone
I'm just a sick old man without a plan
But still living without any doubt
When I was
sick, man
Young A.I. and we crew thick, man
Difference between me and you is you be bricklin'
And I ain't never ever done that before (no)
Ye ain't
of despair
Got no place to fade, got no coat
I'm on the rollin' river in a jerkin' boat
Tryin' to read a note somebody wrote
About dignity
Sick man lookin'
somebody wrote about dignity
Sick man lookin' for the doctor's cure, lookin' at his hands for the
Lines that were
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