lirik lagu in2ition - sick
[verse 1: in2ition]
going down on this girl, might as well be in h-ll. so much blood
talk about time-of-the-month: it’s like time-of-the-year
it’s got all stored up in here like it was waiting for me to appear
man, i wish i’d had a beer or two or ten
been a little bit drunk when
i decided to eat her out cause now, i won’t be eating for a while
but that’s s-x, right? giving and taking
and that’s alright as long as the b-tch is tight
cause i be telling you like every waking moment
minute of a relationship i been in
and the girl don’t do sh-t but complaining. and i’m forsaking this
as soon as i get my tongue outta here quick
my head is spinning; i can’t do this. come up for air
she grabs my hair, pushes me down. feeling rather sick now
don’t know how i’m supposed to do this sh-t
oh, wow [vomit noises]
threw up in her v-g-n-: bits of chicken and rice-a
man, girl, i’m sorry: i probably shouldn’t have had that curry
and it didn’t help that your minge tasted of a gone-off bhaji
whoops, but i like
really like to to give her a f-ck; now it’s her problem
i wipe my mouth and go back down
hear her screams from above, plow through the noise
of my lapping lips against my sick; she can’t handle this
f-ck that b-tch: i shove that sick into her v-g-n-
later she can take her pick to shower or bath-a
but it won’t come out of her. yes, i’m that sick
i hate this b-tch. she’s crying out, pleading me to stop
and knock her out then shove my c-ck
into every orifice like an orthodontist beating an anthropologist
sucking the d-ck of a radiologist
who’s obsessed with f-cking c-nts or smoking blunts
and eating mad meat chunks. men can’t be monks
they got too much obsession with p-ssy
get girls gushy, so please don’t push me
i got too crunk before i f-cked this one
ah yeah, don’t care if my p-n-s is pusy
you’re still gonna l1ck it, hun; get that chunk
before i shank, shank, shank your mum; f-ck you in the bum
till i c-m, c-m, c-m. then make you choke on it
and you bet i’ll be smoking it while she be taking
tokes on this d-ck; you best believe it
cause this b-tch is sick: she be covered in it
[verse 2: the etherealist]
oh sh-t, i just puréed a nurse
hit her with a stolen he-rs- while i was writing this verse
now i’ve got a thirst for that v-g-n- of hers
so i’mma stick her till i squirt before she’s six foot in dirt
hov: don’t think we won’t go there
i got parts of every one of my teachers way back to daycare
almost got enough now to make my own frankenstein
reanimate mine just so i can f-ck it in its stankin’ eye
i draw from every k!ller in the history book
battered with spades, eating your brain for that ian brady look
or maybe i’ll go albert fish up in this b-tch
cook and eat your kid, then in a letter, detail it
i should be locked up, man. i’m sick: i’m f-cking crazy
mutilate your baby, maybe bake it with some gravy
history of violence is really just a plan
so i can get close to in2ition and slice him up like ham
[verse 3: in2ition]
ether thinks he can play me? let him f-cking try
he’s gonna eat someone’s baby? i’ll eat his f-cking eyes
but he won’t even face me, let alone phase me
and that’s the same for everyone these days, see?
judgmental pr-cks listen to my lyrics and have no words for me
their lady gaga speeches even though they’re f-cking freaks
their opinion of my music is that ‘it’s f-cking weak’
makes their heart repeat, think it’s bleak, seem to tell me it’s weak
weak cause it’s disgusting and weak cause it’s against
every single thing they’ve ever been brought up to hate
well i’m done with these false f-cking fake saints
and their childish impudence. i’ll kidnap their children and make them impotent
f-ck ’em so hard when they’re ten, they’ll never be able to get it up again
and then if these haters still hate on me
i’ll turn up at their house, quiet as a mouse
with a surprise for them from me: my erected blood-doused c-ck
i’ll bash their head in with a wok while they’re listening to rock which is their favourite type of music cause they’re f-cking stupid
the type of person who believes in cupid
i’ll rape their dying body; don’t dare try to stop me
don’t try to c-ck-block me
i’m trying to f-cking k!ll you, b-tch: get your f-cking hairy hands off of me
break her arms off just in time to c-m up inside of her body
and then i rest, laying on the floor next to her barely beating chest
i’m impressed: that was my best ever birthday s-x
and i’ve been blessed, so let’s just suggest
you people learn from this. don’t protest
just caress yourself nice and slow when you listen to me, ho
so then i won’t rape-k!ll ya, yo!
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