Lyrics:
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
you're not by my side,
When you're not on this ride,
So pack your bags there's nothing to it,
Call in sick and stay,
With me everyday,
Call in sick
rhythm is sick
now the problem with you MC's today is you're too emotional
you have no devotion to the social bug spread
by the words you said
ones mang
Sick wid it nigga what you claim
My niggaz spit gasoline (x4)
Gasoline! (x16)
sick, sick
Didn't land in this by mistake
Got lucky off the risks we'd take
Times had when I look back
The madness of minds on a single track
Still
I am just so sick of it
I am just so sick of it sick of it sick of it
Sick of this shit
Girls don't pay attention to me
Unless i have
Some type
even learned
Sick of how events turned nana
There's nothing new na
Look at at what we're doin ?
Goddamn jealous ha
I cannot even move
Attract by fluz ha
Hold up ugh take a breathe look in the back and I see no contest
I know I can rap and I got flow so sick
Puffing the bar the nicotine gone hit hard,
lie, men lie (16, 16, 5, 17, 18)
Women lie, men lie
Women lie, men lie (yo, we need the money machine for this one)
Numbers don't lie
Women lie, men
entries in his diary
The diary of Sick Man
Overcome by waves of lechery
One for you sixteen for me
Kill the monkey on his back
He kisses big, he
Yeah
I know you looking for that fire
I got that John Blaze shit though
Yo, I know y'all just want two 16's
So, I'm just gon' spit it like that
don't want to start
Any blasphemous rumors
But I think that God's
Got a sick sense of humor
And when I die
I expect to find Him laughing
I
Tired of these rappers, tired of these jackers
I'm tired of these dances by these fuckin' backpackers
And I'm sick of all these hipsters, I'm sick
Playing with shadows all night
I'm losing my sleep
Over the silly little things that you do
Oh I'm so
Sick
Sick for your loving
Sick for your touch
Pulling Up, Pulling Up, Pulling Up in my ride, (I’m Pullin up! Pullin up!)
I’m sick of, sick of, always wasting my time, (ooooo aahhhh)
Ice on,
It's just been the same
So sick of all these hoes
I'm gon catch me a plane
To where nobody knows
Just to get me away
From all the heated blows
So
hands
And no poison will hurt them
And if they lay their hands on the sick, they'll be healed
They will pick up serpents with their hands
And no poison
advertise Bentley
Infiltrate the whole spot by some jit-jits
Yeah I send a hit-hit, on that face in the ground shit
Hop in some sick-sick, engine real
these niggas sick
Yeah
cnd my niggas move by the six
Yeah
cnd my niggas stay with a blick
Yeah
cnd my niggas stay with a stick
Yeah
Make one wrong move
I'm fucking supreme
(Hook)
analyze the following lyrics from the song titled "Sick" by artist 'Lyrikul' and write a short Press release about the song
been going on?"
And I'm deep within my subconscious
Can't lose your train of thought if you ain't ever gotten it
I hope I derail and hope by then I've
true colors as they give your neck a slit
While listening to an album that was written by the sick!
I'm bringing back the evilness into the Horror scene
don't want to start
Any blasphemous rumors
But I think that God's
Got a sick sense of humor
And when I die
I expect to find Him laughing
I
don't want to start
Any blasphemous rumors
But I think that God's
Got a sick sense of humor
And when I die
I expect to find Him laughing
I
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