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lirik lagu i’m sick – bloodshot

[intro: bloodshot & grewsum]
brrat!
what up bl**dy? i see you man. yeah, yeah, yeah
what up bl**dy? i see you man. yeah, yeah, yeah

[chorus: bloodshot]
i’m ill cause y’all make me sick to my stomach
i crank a chainsaw no wonder why you’re running
i’m ill, i think i got the flu or something
are y’all for real or are you just frontin’?
i’m ill cause y’all make me sick to my stomach
i crank a chainsaw no wonder why you’re running
i’m ill, i think i got the flu or something
are y’all for real or are you just frontin’?

[verse 1: bloodshot]
i spit livid sh*t then throw up at a frat party
make weirder sounds than a paula dean sardine
i live in a cell like hannibal lecter
never liked turtles, i was down with shreddеr
every night i sleepwalk and do stupid things
get abducted by aliеn beings
take me to your master, have lunch or something
like open body surgery and how to open you
i’m like incredible hulk, a green mad man
cause i smoked a zip of some sticky cancan
when i walked through the mall they all stared
cause they smell the green aroma in the air
i got a garden full of cages and cells
heads revealed like motel h*ll
i got gloves like freddy krueger’s
and i wear on stage, fur of a cougar
[chorus: bloodshot]
i’m ill cause y’all make me sick to my stomach
i crank a chainsaw no wonder why you’re running
i’m ill, i think i got the flu or something
are y’all for real or are you just frontin’?
i’m ill cause y’all make me sick to my stomach
i crank a chainsaw no wonder why you’re running
i’m ill, i think i got the flu or something
are y’all for real or are you just frontin’?

[verse 2: bloodshot]
banging down the street, knocking pictures off the wall
got in the dog fight cause it was time to brawl
i’ll drink a 40 bottle, pass out in the trashcan
drink a fifth and blaze an eighties sack
then walk down the street pushing a wheelchair
oxygen tank, helium air
hey, do you wanna come see my swing set?
swing my axe and then cut off your head
a lunatic in the bowling alley
steeling bowling pins while you throw ’em at me
so i throw the bowling ball at your f*cking face
cause you said “hey” and that’s all it takes
i’m a clown running around with shoes too big
for ten years and i still ain’t got a kid
i guess i’m an example of an ill individual
sick to my stomach of these non*inventing fools
[chorus: bloodshot]
i’m ill cause y’all make me sick to my stomach
i crank a chainsaw no wonder why you’re running
i’m ill, i think i got the flu or something
are y’all for real or are you just frontin’?
i’m ill cause y’all make me sick to my stomach
i crank a chainsaw no wonder why you’re running
i’m ill, i think i got the flu or something
are y’all for real or are you just frontin’?

[verse 3: grewsum]
(what up bl**dy? i see you man. yeah, yeah, yeah)
i’m [mad marlow?] sleeping in camp horror
trunk full of chunks of somebody’s granddaughter
this man chopped her up and then robbed her
cracked the b*tch open like i’m eating a lobster
i’m sick, it’s worse than a cough and a sneeze
i’m addicted to lopping these people off at the knees
bloodshot would agree, i’m sicker than plague vomit
i’d even stake my name and riff raff chain on it
i stay calm as i’m waving the blade in my palm
my chainsaw leaves haters filleted on the wall
i’m way raw, catch me raping a dame in the mall
daily i’m staying involved, making these crazy assaults
oh, you doubt us, you must wanna see h*ll
cause we’re sick, in other words we don’t seem well
so before we paint your death in great detail
notice that we sick, not under the weather but we ill
[chorus: bloodshot]
i’m ill cause y’all make me sick to my stomach
i crank a chainsaw no wonder why you’re running
i’m ill, i think i got the flu or something
are y’all for real or are you just frontin’?
i’m ill cause y’all make me sick to my stomach
i crank a chainsaw no wonder why you’re running
i’m ill, i think i got the flu or something
are y’all for real or are you just frontin’?

- bloodshot

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