this took way longer than it should have, but you can't make a few eggs without breaking an omlette.
DAONLODE LEENK; http://www.mediafire.com/?6bmg6i8ndr3...
Original instrumental by toZu productions, show them love: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XBTLJM...
Linkage;
FAKEHBOOKZ: https://www.facebook.com/SicknessTheDick
TWATTERZ: I DUN HAEF WAN
YOUTORBZ: YER ON DE FUCKING TING
Lyrics:
"Being mauled by toothless dogs, unweakened in this state
Run wingless flies, run maggots, I like the feeling it creates"
(verse 1)
Sick's mad, now he's hot with a vengeance
Beatnicks laugh, but he'll drop in an instant
Three clicks, brap, headshot from a distance
Knees whiplash while you cough on his incense
I'm back, ya bitch, emaculate,
I've had to slip the maddest tricks to master riffs
Then after shit went bad for Sick, he had to split,
and you don't even know the half of it
Now I'm fucked and I'm loving every second of it
I've had enough, of the others tryna wreck a covenant
I'm not here to rap about the kind of shit that gets you off, slug
Honestly I'm bitter and I've lost blood
Sometimes I feel like this entire life's a toss-up
It costs time, it costs friends, it cost love
But I'm here, my mind's clear, and rhymes weird
Bide fear, dikes near psykes steer to slight queer
(chorus)
I repped nerdcore in the third world
On a dirt floor, and I've heard yours is the worst lore
But when I spit shit, it make the skirts soar
Yeah it's Sickness Lich, need to lurk more?
I got big chips stitched in my shoulder
But if your bitch quips quick, shoulda told her
Quick to the first score, split cause my girth tore,
Sick leave ya hurt, sore, kids need to lurk more
(verse2)
I can't sit steady till I sip heavy, it's a lift heli
Liqour pouring faster than a split levee
When I get agro, it's only bail
I mean the strippers still stroking on my ponytail
I don't keep it on lock, but you geeks need to stop
Drop the mic, F3nning, just stick to skeeting in socks
If any other biters think that Sick is easy to top
Your fever is hot, my worst would leave you screaming and shocked
My index fingers, they ain't straight
But if you're pointing fingers to the biggest trap to call it, I can't wait
Cause every track you lay is a prankplay
You might as well polish with paint, cause I abolish the fake saints
And I ain't one to get severed on sixpacks
I need a lotta roundabouts of ether to get smashed
And head to the mix lab, from cheddar to quick cash
All the slugs tryna put the tether on Sick's back
(chorus)
(verse 3)
I'm at my best with cuts, aches, and limits
I cupcake the critics in one take, you're finished
But I'll try to hold back if you must make the finish
Keep the world record, I'll just take the Guinness
I don't feel guilty for the fiend that was cut loose
Cause all of the judgement made me feel like I'm obtuse
Good thing I learned how to bust through shit
And to the shadows lurking in my dreams; fuck you bitch
(sickness plz stop singing)
Father?
Have I given up, or am I still getting
Taller?
Where'd my friends all go? Have I lost my way?
Shocker!
I have given up, that's why I've become a
Monster
How much longer will all my demons stay?
(chorus)
