Sick 2 Def lyrics

Real sick hearing these pricks talk shit

They get there throats slit 'coz they talkin' to me like I'm thick

And I'm real tired of these bullshit guys

They best go, hide 'coz I'm lookin' for 'em on the sly

'Coz I've had it up to here, right up to here

Might ave to do it reservoir dogs style slice of their ear

'Coz I've had enuff of bredders actin' tough, tryin' ta get rough

When its obvious they ain't rough enuff, listen

I don't just talk the talk, I walk it

That's why my mouth's always comin' out with raw shit

My rap style's distorted like lil' mo getting rapped

And keepin' the baby instead of gettin' it aborted

Yo, I talk morbid just to make you feel awkward

Deaths a part of life, yo, you just cant ignore it

Especially when I rip out your heart and on my sleeve sport it like

Somethin' you feel precious 'coz ya dead gran bought it

I talk so foul, I talk so course, I show no regret

I show no remorse like a necromanic raping a corpse

Up the anal passage while contracting genital warts

My metaphor's are twisted like that game

Where you gotta put that hob nob in ya gob

If you the last one to come on the biscuit

I'm so sadistic so I fantasize about finding

My mums ex floating in a bath tub with his wrists slit

And I'm real sick hearing these pricks talk shit

They get there throats slit 'coz they talkin' to me like I'm thick

And I'm real tired of these bullshit guys

They best go, hide 'coz I'm lookin' for 'em on the sly

I've had it up to here, right up to here

Might ave to do it reservoir dogs style slice of their ear

'Coz I've had enuff of bredders actin' tough, tryin' ta get rough

When its obvious they ain't rough enuff

You best buy a TV if you want me to stop

'Coz I'm so heavy influenced by the things that I watch

It ain't just 'Pulp Fiction' and 'Reservoir Dogs'

It's irreversible, there's my 'City Of God'

It's the news on every channel when I turn on the box

It seems Pedophiles singing on top of the pops

Garry glitter, Michael Mish-a-walk

On the net ken bigley got his neck tek off

That's some nasty shit and still you wonder why I'm sick

When I see this shit and I say exactly what I think

That's some nasty shit and you don't ban it

But you ban computer games, somethin' 'round here really stinks

What about cigarettes and alcoholic drinks?

Or the animal that died just so your wife could wear that mink

Your disgraceful like gettin' caught, pissin' in the sink

A white girl wont suck my dick just because its pink

And I'm real sick hearing these pricks talk shit

They get there throats slit 'coz they talkin' to me like I'm thick

And I'm real tired of these bullshit guys

They best go, hide 'coz I'm lookin' for 'em on the sly

Had it up to here, right up to here

Might ave to do it reservoir dogs style slice of their ear

'Coz I've had enuff of bredders actin' tough, tryin' ta get rough

When its obvious they ain't rough enuff

Check it, the last verse is just as bad as the first

Compared to the second, yo, it's definitely worse

'Coz this is about a guy getting chauffeured in a hurst

Let me do what Nas did and tell that shit in reverse

The hirst brings the corpse back to the morgue

The guy from the morgue undresses the corpse

Embalming fluid goes back out, the blood goes back in

Body goes back to hospital where it comes alive again

The paramedics walk backwards like an Irish dance

Put the wounded man back in the ambulance

The ambulances engine turns back on

And its lights flash as it plays his favorite song

The guy goes back to the exact spot where they found him

And the medics and and all the passers by go back

Where they came from till eventually

No one surrounds him and the blood pours up him

Rather than down him

The man then falls upwards back on his feet

Stumbles towards a dark figure on the other side of the street

He walks into the blade that cut his belly

Then he holds his neck which was bleeding already

He removes his hand so you can see the cut

And as the knife undoes the slice, it closes back up

He unsays the words he said which were, 'What the fuck'

And unscreams the scream from the first initial cut

Then the blood from he severely severed ear

Crawls back up his cheek and slowly disappears

As the knife wielding silhouette unhacks it from the rear

Puts the knife away after reattaching the ear

Then walks backwards thought the bushes

Where he's disregarded nature

Who's the guy on the bench, I'm reading his paper

Takes the snail he stepped on back from its creator

Only to be killed again when I fast forward this shit later

Back in his house now back in his bed

He un-listens to a CD and un-bops his head

Take's the CD out the player and puts it back in its case

Which has my name on the cover along with my face

Fast forward, there's been a murder

And the police know who's done it

Not lookin' for a motive 'coz they don't know why he done it

Sure enough it don't take that long for them to find a reason

And they publicly state it on TV that evening

A couple of months later, this shit gets banned

Like it was me who put that switch in his hand

And told him to kill that man

Like this whole song was just some kinda sickly devised plan

To hurt some poor cunt I don't even know

And I've never met before in my life

The words whoever said, "The pen is mightier than the sword"

Was right and you better think twice

Before you step to me and pick a fight

C-c-check, yo

Real sick hearing these pricks talk shit

• Artist:Plan B (UK)
• Album:Who Needs Actions When You Got Words