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+sick+ - attacotti lyrics

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[intro]

(jeehjuh)

(yeah)

attacotti!

[chorus]

i’m f*cking sick, (brrrrd) i’m f*cking sick (yeah)
i’m sick of all these f*cking b*tches f*cking up my sh*t
i’m f*cking sick, i’m f*cking sick (yeah)
i’m sick of all these f*cking b*tches f*cking up my sh*t

i’m f*cking sick, (i’m f*cking sick) i’m f*cking sick
i’m sick of all these f*cking b*tches f*cking up my sh*t (ay)
i’m f*cking sick, i’m f*cking sick (yeah)
i’m sick of all these f*cking b*tches f*cking up my sh*t (what?)

[verse 1]

i’m sick and f*cking spewing raps like vomit on the track
my mind spins to the rythmn, and it’s f*cking up my back
i relapse, and collapse when there’s rappers acting back
i’ma snap these b*tches out it, let ’em dry out on the rack! (yeah!)

when i attack, i get as sick as all the diamonds on my wrist (brrd)
with a fl!ck i smack a b*tch just like a f*cking exorcist (yeah)
it’s been haunting me, i know if i get to getting rich
they’ll be right back up my ass just like a motherf*cking itch

so i keep on rolling, papers stacking up, my pile’s growing
i’ve been showing everbody, and they know it’s from my flowing
when i go, in i keep blowing icy rhymes like it is snowing
the more you get, the more you go and and like lindsay lohan

so i’m moving and just cruising over beats that i keep brewing
rhymes and lines for me to use, when i keep on f*cking doing (yeah)
what i’m doing, got the moves and got the clues for you to clue in
but y’all bring up sh*t to chew on while i move on to pursuing

[chorus]

i’m f*cking sick, i’m f*cking sick
i’m sick of all these f*cking b*tches f*cking up my sh*t
i’m f*cking sick, i’m f*cking sick
i’m sick of all these f*cking b*tches f*cking up my sh*t (yeahh)

i’m f*cking sick, i’m f*cking sick (brrrd)
i’m sick of all these f*cking b*tches f*cking up my sh*t (ay)
i’m f*cking sick, i’m f*cking sick (yeah)
i’m sick of all these f*cking b*tches f*cking up my sh*t (skrt skrt skrt)

[verse 2]

ooh, i’m f*cking cold, like the ice cream with the toppins in
turn a track to snow, 80 below when i be droppin in
k!llin’ everybody, drop their bodies in the coffin, then
spit sick on the mic like it’s a napkin i’ve been coughing in (cough)

been looking around me, i see b*tches throwing hissy fits
motherf*cker next to me, showing off all the bits he gets
turn up my radio and i’m out here blasting sh*tty hits
am i the only one seeing all of these f*cking idiots?

d*mn, just try to pull your sh*t together (god)
got no f*cking money but i still can do it better (brrrd brrrd)
swing, batter batter, you ain’t scoring sh*t tonight, homie, (pow!)
i leave you face down with a warning, we gon’ fight, homie (yeah)

so leave your lights on if you think you gon’ keep pumping jams
i’ll blow up quicker than a load of bombs we dumped on ‘nam
sh*t i’m the man, you can catch me if you can
well i pull off in a van doin’ it better than your band!

[outro]

(brrrrah)

i’m the sh*t, i’m the sh*t (brrrah!)
i’m the sh*t, and all these b*tches can just suck my d*ck! (yah yah yah!)

i’m the sh*t, i’m the sh*t, (brrrrd)
i’m the sh*t, and all these b*tches can just suck my d*ck! (skrt skrt skrt)

i’m the sh*t, i’m the sh*t (brrd!)
i’m the sh*t, and all these b*tches can just suck my d*ck (yeah)

i’m the sh*t, i’m the sh*t (woo!)
i’m the sh*t and all these b*tches can just suck my d*ck (brrd)

(gunshot)

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