Sick 2 Def (Accoustic)

Real sick hearing these pricks talk shit

They get their throats slit 'cause they talkin' to me like I'm thick

And I'm real tired of these bullshit guys

They best go hide 'cause I'm lookin' for them on the sly

'Cause I've had it up to here, right up to here

Might have to do with reservoir dogs style slice off their ear

'Cause I've had enough of bredders actin' tough tryna get rough

When it's obvious they ain't rough enough listen

I don't just talk the talk, I walk it

That's why my mouth's always comin' out with raw shit

My rap style's distorted like Lil Mo getting raped

And keepin' the baby instead of gettin' it aborted

Yo I talk morbid just to make you feel awkward

Death's a part of life yo you just can't ignore it

Especially when I rip out your heart and on my sleeve sport it

Like something you feel precious 'cause yo dead grand' bought it

I talk so foul, I talk so course, I show no regret

I show no remorse like a necromaniac raping a corpse

Up the anal passage while contracting genital warts

My metaphors are twisted like that game

Where you gotta put that hobnob in ya gob

If you the last one to cum on the biscuit

I'm so sadistic so I fantasize about finding

My mom's ex floating in a bathtub with his wrist slit

And I'm real sick hearing these pricks talk shit

They get their throats slit 'cause they talkin' to me like I'm thick

And I'm real tired of these bullshit guys

They best go hide 'cause I'm lookin' for them on the sly

I've had it up to here, right up to here

Might have to do with reservoir dogs style slice off their ear

'Cause I've had enough of bredders actin' tough tryna get rough

When it's obvious they ain't rough enough listen

You best buy TV if you want me to stop

'Cause I'm so heavy influenced by the things that I watch

It ain't just Pulp Fiction and Reservoir Dogs

It's irreversible, there's my City of God

It's the news on every channel when I turn on the box

It seems pedophiles singing on top of the pops

Garry glitter, Michael **** walk

On the net Ken bigley got his neck take off

That's some nasty shit and still you wonder why I'm sick

When I see this shit and I say exactly what I think

That's some nasty shit and you don't ban it

But you ban computer games, something round here really stinks

What about cigarettes and alcoholic drinks

So the animal that died just so your wife could wear that mink

You're disgraceful like gettin' caught pissin' in the sink

A white girl won't suck my dick just because it's pink

And I'm real sick hearing these pricks talk shit

They get their throats slit 'cause they talkin' to me like I'm thick

And I'm real tired of these bullshit guys

They best go hide 'cause I'm lookin' for them on the sly

Had it up to here, right up to here

Might have to do with reservoir dogs style slice of their ear

'Cause I've had enough of bredders actin' tough tryna get rough

When it's obvious they ain't rough enough listen

Check it, the last verse is just as bad as the first

Compared to the second yo it's definitely worse

'Cause this is about a guy getting chauffeured in Hearse

Let me do what Nas did and tell that shit in reverse

The hearse brings the corpse back to the morgue

The guy from the morgue undressed the corpse

Embalming fluid  goes back out the blood goes back in

Body goes back to hospital where it comes alive again

The paramedics walk backwards like an Irish dance

Put the wounded man back in the ambulance

The ambulance's engine turns back on

And its lights flash as it plays his favorite song

The guy goes back to the exact spot where they find him

And the medics and all the passersby go back

Where they came from till eventually

No one surrounds him and the blood pours up him

Rather than down him

The man then falls upwards back on his feet

Stumbles towards a dark figure on the other side of the street

He walks into a blade that cut his belly

Then he hods his neck which was bleeding already

He removes his hands so you can see the cut

And as the knife undoes the slice it closes back up

He unsays the words he said which were what the fuck?

And unscreams the scream from the first initial cut

Then the blood from his severely severed ear

Crawls back up his cheek and slowly disappeaers

As the knife wielding silhouette unhacks it from the rear

Puts the knife away after reattaching the ear

Then walk backwards through the bushes

Where he disregarded nature

Who's the guy on the bench, I'm reading his paper

Takes the snail he stepped on back from it's creator

Only to be killed again when I fast forward this shit later

Back in his house now back in his bed

He unlistens to a CD and unbops his head

Takes the CD out the player and puts it back in its case

Which has my name on the cover along with my face

Fast forward there's been a murder

And the police know who done it

Not looking for a motive 'cause they don't know why he done it

Sure enough it don't take that long for them to find a reason

And they publicly state it on TV that evening

A  couple of months later this shit gets banned

Like it was me who put that switch in his hand

And told him to kill that man

Like this whole song was just some kinda sickly devised plan

To hurt some poor cunt I don't even know

And I've never met before in my life

The words whoever said

The pen is mightier than the sword

Was right and you better think twice

Before you step to me and pick a fight