14. Sick Wit It (Ft. Payaso, MurdaMan702, & Guilty)

(Chorus)

[Murdaman702]:

I'm so sick with it, bitch, I'm on that murda rap tip

Fuck with me bitch, I'll fatten that lip

I'll unload my clip inside your head

I'll hit you from afar with the infrared

'Cause I'm sick with this shit, I'm sick wit it bitch

I'm so fuckin sick, I'd fuck a dead bitch

Yeah, I said that shit, I'ma straight lunatic

Sick wit it bitch, yeah, I'm so fuckin sick

[Murdaman702]:

Stalkin' in the night I'm coming for the kill

About to get excited about the blood I'ma spill

I wanna spilt your neck cut your wrist & the tits

I'm 'bout it bitch I love the shit

I wanna hear your scream, I wanna feel you shake

My wet dream, I wanna throw you in a lake

I won't hesitate, I straight kill a bitch

I'll watch her twitch & throw her in a ditch

Then after this you'll get hit like a bitch on the bus

You can scream, you can cuss, you can cry, you can fuss

Murder is a must, in violence I trust

My gats I bust leave you in the dust

I could bе waiting for you in your your basement

Or I could do it outside & makе you eat pavement

End of the day bitch, it really don't matter

Memories of you gonna cause my laughter

[VECT]:

Your suicide attempts are funny when ya cut away like Family Guy

Like Stewie, it's like they only hear me maybe half the time

Headbang you with a crowbar, call that death metal

The voices in my mind told me to tell you they said "HELLO!"

Like no bathroom take no shit, I'll rape ya bitch, rape ya mom

Shocking like electrotherapy, it doesn't make me calm

Got you a Colombian necktie to go with your new suit

Take 1 hell of dirt nap while it grows in new roots

So sick wit it it's ridiculous, risikulous like a slit to wrist

Live wit it or don't listen bitch, Russian roulette 'cause life is hit or miss

Razor blade symphonies on ya, spill the blood

Make it run to the top like an athlete, fill the cup

I just snapped like a pencil for what's drawn in my mind

It's black as all night & gone like the light

Fuck what ya telling me, I spell it out like a spelling bee

I go Goodfella, felony, melodic horror is my melody

[Payaso]:

I'm a mass murder lunatic & I'm sicker than sick

2 Girls & 1 Cup ain't got nothing up on me & my clique

I run up in your house with a chainsaw, steady I cut your brains raw

Spill blood & cartilage, bone fragments, brain matter up all over the wall

Leave your body decapitated in a trash bag sealed with duct tape

Throw your body in the trunk, got a 5th of Whiskey then I drive to the lake

But on the way get sidetracked as I swerve & take a detour

To your baby's mama's house, throw you up on the steps, then I knock on the door

Jump up in the bushes wait for her to open up the trash bag

Seen the look on her face as I slide up on my gas mask

Make my presence known she's says I'm a sick individual

& invites me to the house wants to show me something subliminal

Walk into the house she shuts the door & then gets naked

& she offering the pussy, I ain't even gotta rape it

As she's sucking on the dick, she says that I'm a disgrace

As she stabs my stomach, grabs a gun & shoots me in the face

[Guilty]:

Yeah, I'm sicker than the swine flu, rotten like a corpse zombie

Made flesh eater chewing necks, no remorse

Yeah, you got me on the news like I'm doing bath salts

Walking dead try to kill me, slug full of salt rocks

I got a hole in my head, hole to the maggots

Take a life, rip & stab it, steady killing all you faggots

Got your bitch on my dick, I'ma keep her, yeah, I need her

If I ever get hungry spread her legs & then I eat her

Might chew it through, yeah, I get a little excited

She tried to block it out, so, yeah, I'm chewing off her eyelids

Witness pure evil, call me Satan at his finest

While you crying ain't no use, blood drippin' got you dyin'

I'ma stay sick, I'ma keep it evil, chewing flesh call me cannibal loving people

Shut the fuck up, you in the presence of a killer

Guilty of that 505 real blood spiller, lunatic