You Make Me Sick

Lyrics

[Chorus: Krucifix Klan] Puttin' fuckin' bustas down, don't make me clown you make me sick Motherfuck yo' whole religion bitch I worship triple six Puttin' fuckin' bustas down, don't make me clown you make me sick Motherfuck yo' whole religion bitch I worship triple six [Verse 1: Evil Pimp] He comes [?] and he comes swingin' swords Yo' life starts to flee and yo' phone cut from cord The tales and the myths, bitch, you can't afford Then i'll take 'em seriously, you can't ignore Yo' life [?] fucked just like a whore And lay you eternally, for ever snore The night will get dark indeed, cuttin' you straight to the corе Yo' whole fuckin' families washed up on shorе Yo' time here on Earth is done you are no more The wrath of the double gauge shotgun will blast leaves you unsure I walk out [?] lightly throw the hand from the door And leave blood puddles on the clean kitchen floor You beg for patetic night but I [?] I watch bodies mutilated I do adore I'll slice through yo' jugular, blood starts to pour I ain't takin' prisoners when causin' war [Chorus: Krucifix Klan] Puttin' fuckin' bustas down, don't make me clown you make me sick Motherfuck yo' whole religion bitch I worship triple six Puttin' fuckin' bustas down, don't make me clown you make me sick Motherfuck yo' whole religion bitch I worship triple six Puttin' fuckin' bustas down, don't make me clown you make me sick Motherfuck yo' whole religion bitch I worship triple six Puttin' fuckin' bustas down, don't make me clown you make me sick Motherfuck yo' whole religion bitch I worship triple six [Verse 2: Evil Pimp] The smoke starts to clear after smoke [?] like blitz I play with yo' life like Keanu Reeves The darkness that I brought leaves no witness I cut off ends and I throw like a disk Yes I'm alive, yes I do exist The stories you heard 'bout me ain't no myths I purge you alive on a crucifix No we ain't no christians we just faithfully worship the six The voodoo doll starts to dance, candles are lit And anyone patetic caught walkin' around blow 'em to piece The bible hold it tight hold with a grip And out the blue it opens up, pages they rip Believe you depressed have you cut [?] mess The claw have grab yo' leg pulls you into the mist Then throw yo' body into the woods watch as [?] You fuck with the wrong crew there's no repent [Chorus: Krucifix Klan] Puttin' fuckin' bustas down, don't make me clown you make me sick Motherfuck yo' whole religion bitch I worship triple six Puttin' fuckin' bustas down, don't make me clown you make me sick Motherfuck yo' whole religion bitch I worship triple six Puttin' fuckin' bustas down, don't make me clown you make me sick Motherfuck yo' whole religion bitch I worship triple six Puttin' fuckin' bustas down, don't make me clown you make me sick Motherfuck yo' whole religion bitch I worship triple six Puttin' fuckin' bustas down, don't make me clown you make me sick Motherfuck yo' whole religion bitch I worship triple six Puttin' fuckin' bustas down, don't make me clown you make me sick Motherfuck yo' whole religion bitch I worship triple six Puttin' fuckin' bustas down, don't make me clown you make me sick Motherfuck yo' whole religion bitch I worship triple six Puttin' fuckin' bustas down, don't make me clown you make me sick Motherfuck yo' whole religion bitch I worship triple six