Sick

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Claas] Yo! Hear the thunder boom (thunder boom), lightning hit the ground with the big crack (Blow) Cock back, swing hard with the big bat (Yeah!) Sick tracks, kill all with the click clack (Ha!) Ain't even gotta spit fast when I spit facts (Nah!) Got a knack, I attack, I'm a riffraff (Yeah!) Y'all really want me to go mad? Go bad on these niggas like I go nads? And I ain't even gotta show sack, y'all know that Clizzle's the definition of throwback, Mitchell And that's why y'all flow whack (Ha!) I'm the big bang, the world'll go black Story of the year, turn the page (Turn the page) Ice age with a slight bit of rage Gorilla in a cage taking aim at a rampage Insane and engaged with my membranes Locked, loaded, and ready to shoot first Dry mouth got a thirst to put bodies all in a hearse Draggin' bodies through the dirt while they're screaming at me, it hurts Peter Gabriel with the sledgehammer 'til they burst (Yeah!) I'm the king, bitch Long term in this motherfucking scene, bitch Others come and go but y'all ain't ever seeing me switch I'ma keep it me and throw these middles up for free shit Jesus couldn't even touch my genius (Nah!) Get these bitches riding all up on my penis (Haha!) So listen motherfuckers 'cause I mean this Sick Gang, bitch, you know who the team is I'm a fucking veteran and bitch I keep it moving, do it better than These other motherfuckers here, they severance Ghost shit, nah, I leave 'em all irrelevance Guess the bear fuckin' all y'all like the Revenant [Chorus: Claas] Yeah! This shit is sick, bitch (Sick, bitch) Pick the phone up, you know who to call (Sick Gang) Sick Gang! Nailing motherfuckers to the wall Halt! Y'all don't really want it with the squad (Naw!) Murder everything until it's fucking gone (Yah!) Middles up, we've been known to kill 'em all (Let's go!) This shit is sick, bitch (Sick, bitch) Pick the phone up, you know who to call (Sick Gang) Sick Gang! Nailing motherfuckers to the wall Halt! Y'all don't really want it with the squad (Naw!) Murder everything until it's fucking gone (Yah!) Middles up, we've been known to kill 'em all (Let's go!) [Verse 2: Dieabolik The Monster] Claas told me to kill it, so I'm leaving the track lifeless Snatch you out the booth, I'm revoking your rap license (Haha!) And fuck a battle, I'll start with the next crisis Terroristic mentality, brutality of ISIS Death to a hater, I'm bombing the opposition And leaving the rigor mortis to rapid decomposition Stuffed with fat and I'm like trapper, I slaughter the competition (Hahaha, fuck around in the dark 'cause you went missing) I fuck a weapon when I'm gripping' artillery Thick blood like emails (Haha, hi Hillary) This new information may not be significant so let's get it out (Bye Hillary) Gang shit, Gorehop, this that sick music (Sick) It's that grab a fucking bat and beat your bitch to it (Oh, hell no) [Interlude: Dieabolik The Monster] That went too far, bro. I don't really beat bitches. My bad. I don't beat bitches bro [Chorus: Claas] Yeah! This shit is sick, bitch (Sick, bitch) Pick the phone up, you know who to call (Sick Gang) Sick Gang! Nailing motherfuckers to the wall (Sick!) Halt! Y'all don't really want it with the squad (Naw!) Murder everything until it's fucking gone (Yah!) Middles up, we've been known to kill 'em all (Let's go!) This shit is sick, bitch (Sick, bitch) Pick the phone up, you know who to call (Sick Gang) Sick Gang! Nailing motherfuckers to the wall Halt! Y'all don't really want it with the squad (Naw!) Murder everything until it's fucking gone (Yah!) Middles up, we've been known to kill 'em all (Let's go!) [Verse 3: Don Orias] I'm 'bout to purge again I can feel the hate inside my body surfacing Yeah! Stabbing competition when I flow Go and shove a pole through the middle like a circus tent And I'm vicious, catch a body up in Texas Bag it up and dump it off down in Memphis Change your name on some rich shit (Yeah!) Burn their car and body parts wherever their fingerprints is I put a shovel on your neck and jump on that bitch like a pogo stick Y'all keep talking shit, that's what your hoe gon' get Yeah, bearded dragon baby, y'all Komodo shit Y'all bozos, I put your body in a barrel like our logo Then fuck your bitch with a knife on the GoPro I've been up ten straight on NoDoz or was it coco? I don't know (Haha) I got a sick fucking gang I'ma bring along (Yah) In the hook on this bitch I can sing along I was spitting ammunition like the Vietcong Bitch, I'm jumping with the chains like Spawn Yeah, we done get it on, got Wolverine claws The bear running with these murder team dogs Murder three off with that Hercules toss Hurtin' me, now y'all in surgery clothes Like uhh! I'ma cut 'em up a little bit Y'all fucking with the game and you an idiot I shoot 'em like a cowboy, runnin' up the middle like I'm Emmitt Smith Scalp 'em like an Indian Cutting out the middle man, cut 'em with the instrument You starting up this shit but now I'm ending it Put your fucking murder on the Internet and make it go viral All see a scarred mask, blacked out eyeballs (Uhh!)