Sick

Lyrics

[Chorus 1: Bukshot] It's deep inside of me My judgement's clouded, I can't see I'm thinking violently, so foul my thoughts need privacy I don't move silently and make loud noise so walk and see I want to watch them bleed It's sick, but it's my fantasy [Verse 1: Bukshot] Let's make this clear Like a Great White shark I can smell your fear Stay out my water, keep yo ass on the pier You ain't built for this Juggernaut right here You can't win, I'm a sore loser Fuck yo team, even for the moolah Listen to the news, active shooter Butcher every name on my list Abdullah These humans, can't stand 'em They don't get it Can't fathom Watching all these rappers flossing platinum Welcome to the murder show, gone like a phantom Get struck by the lightning Possession by the devil can be frightening Start a Pagan torture method like a Viking Tell it like it is No lies, no psyching [Chorus 2: Bukshot] It's deep inside of me My judgement's clouded, I can't see I'm thinking violently, so foul my thoughts need privacy I'm sick, so sick I'm sick in the head I spit these words till they burn like lead I'm sick, so sick Painting everybody red I'm sick when I click bitch, everybody's dead [Verse 2: Bukshot] I like it when they run Screaming out for help but nobody gonna come It's only you and me, let's have a little fun Remember when you tried to make a joke about my son? All them momma jokes, fat momma jokes Now I got you on the prowl in my haunted cloak Mr. Bully hah (hah), you's a tough guy (guy) Thought you was hard (hard), now you gon' die (die) Make you bleed It's time for revenge and I got my needs Make them see You've come to the end, watch evil feed I'm hungry, leave 'em all wondering Dead on the floor in the center of a blood ring In a country where people die for nothing I'm sick, welcome to the suffering [Chorus 2: Bukshot] It's deep inside of me My judgement's clouded, I can't see I'm thinking violently, so foul my thoughts need privacy I'm sick, so sick I'm sick in the head I spit these words till they burn like lead I'm sick, so sick Painting everybody red I'm sick when I click bitch, everybody's dead [Verse 3: Bukshot] Let's talk about me Weirdo and a geek since middle-school Now I'm turning to a freak No leash Common sense unplugged Full of hate and I show no love Mom and dad died early, picked up the pieces Living on the streets, only friend I had was Jesus I was sick in the brain, borderline insane But stayed in my lane Looking for the blood Always been about the blood Fascinated by death And all the horror stuff Bad attitude along with anger made me violent Tried to act good but my demons weren't buying it Blood on my hands I think I like this Note to self: I'm inspired as I write this I can see the future I'm a psychic Proud weirdo sick of feeling righteous