sick of it - rex spit lyrics
[intro: rex spit & masonmanson]
uh, rex spit man and i want my d*mn respect
if you don’t like me, then f*ck you
what the f*ck man? uh
f*ck, you just can’t get by no more
[chorus]
f*ck, you f*ckers talking too loud you got rexo mad
wanna f*ck sh*t up, never f*cked you over unless you have that sh*t coming
i got voices in my head, they know i’m gonna end up dead
i do whatever i want just to get this money
i like to see your f*cking blood stream running
you talk a lot with a whole lot of playin’
a lot of talk, well f*cker let’s spray him
got me like
[verse 1]
p*ssy boy, what you saying?
do you want me to start some mayhem?
i take a really long lane and i beat him
those p*ssies are not his mans, he gon’ need em
i do what i want, what i do what i say so
f*cker act serious uh, i’m not playful
depressing sh*t, can’t take it no more
my brain need to go somewhere, well
my fist is on punching, you still wanna talk?
well sh*t man, i can’t stop my fists
mans down, it’s unfortunate
i don’t give a f*ck, so now you dealt with a brick
stupid b*tch, accuse me of dumb sh*t
she’s just sad that she’s not my b*tch
you say what you want, know i ain’t f*cking did it
i guess that you lie (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
p*ssed off, need a cigarette
but i don’t smoke cigarettes
taking h*lla time, truly reminiscing
i am not happy, do you get it?
p*ssy got the nerves talk sh*t, but yet
acting f*cking hard, but i see you sweating
you f*ckers make me feel like a play
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
[chorus]
f*ck, you f*ckers talking too loud you got rexo mad
wanna f*ck sh*t up, never f*cked you over unless you have that sh*t coming
i got voices in my head, they know i’m gonna end up dead
i do whatever i want just to get this money
i like to see your f*cking blood stream running
you talk a lot with a whole lot of playin’
a lot of talk, well f*cker let’s spray him
got me like i wanna f*ck sh*t up, never f*cked you over unless you have that sh*t coming
i got voices in my head, they know i’m gonna end up dead
i do whatever i want just to get this money
i like to see your f*cking blood stream running
you talk a lot with a whole lot of playin’
a lot of talk, well f*cker let’s spray him
[verse 2]
b*tch
you’ll find me in a ditch, like a tweaker when i twitch
i bet you aren’t nothing, what, i scream and i b*tch
i knew i cannot f*ck with you, so i threw you in a pit
ay b*tch you looking fake, that like the slit on my wrist
[outro]
i hate you motherf*ckers
auhhhggh
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