Luyện nghe bài hát Sick 2 Def

C-c-check, yo

Real sick hearing these pricks talk
They get there throats slit they talkin' to me like I'm thick
And I'm real tired of these guys
They go, hide 'coz I'm lookin' for 'em on the sly

'Coz had it up to here, right up to here
Might ave to do it reservoir dogs style slice of ear
I've had enuff of bredders actin' tough, tryin' ta get rough
When its obvious they rough enuff, listen

I don't talk the talk, I walk it
That's why my always comin' out with raw shit
My rap style's distorted lil' mo getting rapped
And the baby instead of gettin' it aborted

Yo, I talk morbid just to make you awkward
Deaths a part of life, yo, you cant ignore it
Especially I rip out your heart and on my sleeve sport it like
Somethin' you feel precious ya dead gran bought it

I talk so foul, I so course, I show no regret
I show no like a necromanic raping a corpse
Up the anal while contracting genital warts

My metaphor's are twisted that game
Where you put that hob nob in ya gob
If you the last one to come on the
I'm so sadistic so I fantasize about
My ex floating in a bath tub with his wrists slit

And I'm real sick hearing these pricks talk
They get there throats slit 'coz they talkin' to me I'm thick
And I'm real of these bullshit guys
best go, hide 'coz I'm lookin' for 'em on the sly

I've had it up to here, up to here
Might ave to do it reservoir dogs slice of their ear
I've had enuff of bredders actin' tough, tryin' ta get rough
When its obvious they ain't rough

You buy a TV if you want me to stop
'Coz I'm so influenced by the things that I watch
It ain't just 'Pulp and 'Reservoir Dogs'
It's irreversible, there's my Of God'

It's the news on every channel I turn on the box
It seems singing on top of the pops
glitter, Michael Mish-a-walk
On the net ken bigley got his tek off

That's some nasty shit and still you why I'm sick
When I see shit and I say exactly what I think
That's some shit and you don't ban it
But you ban computer games, somethin' here really stinks

about cigarettes and alcoholic drinks?
Or the animal that died just so your wife could that mink
Your disgraceful gettin' caught, pissin' in the sink
A white girl wont suck my dick just because its

And I'm real sick these pricks talk shit
They get there throats 'coz they talkin' to me like I'm thick
And I'm real tired of bullshit guys
They best go, hide 'coz I'm for 'em on the sly

Had it up to here, right up to
Might ave to do it reservoir dogs style of their ear
'Coz I've had enuff of bredders tough, tryin' ta get rough
its obvious they ain't rough enuff

Check it, the last verse is as bad as the first
Compared to the second, yo, it's worse
'Coz this is about a guy getting in a hurst
Let me do Nas did and tell that shit in reverse

The hirst the corpse back to the morgue
The guy the morgue undresses the corpse
fluid goes back out, the blood goes back in
Body goes back to where it comes alive again

The paramedics walk backwards like an Irish
Put the wounded man in the ambulance
The engine turns back on
And its lights flash as it plays his song

The guy goes back to the spot where they found him
And the medics and and all the passers by go
Where they came till eventually
No one him and the blood pours up him
Rather than him

The man then falls upwards on his feet
Stumbles a dark figure on the other side of the street
He walks the blade that cut his belly
he holds his neck which was bleeding already

He his hand so you can see the cut
And as the knife undoes the slice, it back up
He unsays the words he said which were, 'What the
And unscreams the from the first initial cut

Then the blood from he severed ear
Crawls back up his cheek and slowly
As the wielding silhouette unhacks it from the rear
Puts the knife after reattaching the ear

Then backwards thought the bushes
Where he's nature
Who's the guy on the bench, I'm reading his
Takes the snail he stepped on back from its
Only to be killed again I fast forward this shit later

Back in his now back in his bed
He un-listens to a CD and un-bops his
Take's the CD out the player and puts it in its case
Which has my name on the cover along my face

Fast forward, been a murder
And the police know done it
Not lookin' for a motive 'coz they don't know why he it
Sure enough it don't take that long for to find a reason
And publicly state it on TV that evening

A couple of months later, shit gets banned
Like it was me who put that switch in his
And told him to kill man

Like this song was just some kinda sickly devised plan
To hurt some poor cunt I don't know
And I've never met before in my

The words whoever said, "The pen is than the sword"
Was right and you think twice
Before you step to me and pick a