Sick in the Head
I'm sick in the head
When I shoot the bitch til She dead
I put my dick into some
Red
Red rum red rum red rum
I'm sick in the head
When I shoot the bitch til
She dead
I put my dick into some
Red
Red rum red rum red rum
Wanna do this shit my
Way
Or do you wanna take the
Highway
When Everlast would
Never last
Lord Jamar kicked his ass
Just for da punk to get a
Beat down
No wonder why they
Jump around
Now he's in his house in Pain
I'm fucking around mane
I stole the machine gun From Kelly
So you can't help me
Even the mortician's
Image
Is only a distortion
Gimmick
I own the abortion clinic
With a body count higher Than Ice T
So you can't fight me
Even my DNA has triple Sixes
When I rape crippled
Bitches
That's why I wrote the
hard
Haven't you seen my birth Mark
It's got the Devils mark
Wanna see my heavy
Metal spark
I'm still sick in the head
I kill bitches and cum for
The red
Which drug will I be dead From
With a brain size of a
Bread crum
Having sex with dead
Bodies
I'm sick in the fucking
Head mommy
Give me some fucking
Bath salts
I wanna eat you on the Asphalt
I'm just a fucking sick cannibal
Who's been treated like an
Animal
I just wanna see if I
Shocked you
I even kill myself just to Haunt you
Better hide when my guns Pop
And fuck your retarded
Sun block
I'll take the rays from Steve Irwin
And knock you harder
Than Berlin
When the walls fell down
To the fucking ground
I even go into a store and Steal
Before I cap Jordan Peele
Now he's running to get
Out
While I give my lead clout
I roll with Satan and Nazis
Not Jesus Christ
Even doing China White
Mixed with fentanyl
I was born mentally ill
I don't shoot the bitch
I stab her with the crucifix
Even Satan is saying grace
When he sees my super Saiyan rage
Don't take me as a joke
When I do coke
And my pupils dilate
Like Columbine kids Annihilate
With the deuce deuce
What, still too soon
I'm sick in the head
When I shoot the bitch til She dead
I put my dick into some
Red
Red rum red rum red rum
I'm sick in the head
When I shoot the bitch til
She dead
I put my dick into some
Red
Red rum red rum red rum
I stole the green from Seth
To pay for meth
While I'm starving to
Death
Holding my breath
While Kevin Spacey
Tries to rape me
Even Mr Rogers hates me
He doesn't wanna be my Neighbor
Fuck it I hate hoarders
I hoard dvds of hoarders
Before I place orders
Of eight quarter
Bags of coke when I spray Corners
Looking to smack a whore
For listening to Macklemore
When I jack a Ford
And crash it into a Chevy
So bitch don't test me
I don't wanna get messy
I popped a bottle of dexies
That I stole from Elvis Presley
I stabbed da shit outta Chris Webby
With the machete
I stole from OJ Simpson
When that bitch gives me A mission
To fucking diss him
Now I've gotta glove
That's full of blood
You think I care
Jehovah's Witnesses don't
Dare
To even knock when I
Cock a biscuit
You can't even say grace
When I bring the AK
And I spray places
Before I'm the next Tay K
In a race to beat the case
I don't deserve respect
When I pop a bottle of Percocet
Lace the fucking weed
With coke and speed
Even mixing smack and Dust
I'm fucking scandalous
I even burned waka flakka
When I popped a flakka
And my mind's lost like Papa doca
In a rap battle
Before I pop a capsule
Of Vyvanse and cause Violence
I'm a hazard to the Environments
Causing global warming
By burning a national
Forest
And bitch slapping Al Gore
Til he malforms
And I get mo props yay
I'm destined to be hokage
Like I'm Naruto
So where are you hoe
I still love ya body
I didn't mean to give you That pill
That I took from Bill Cosby
He said it gives nice pussy
I didn't know it was a Roofie
Now I just want mo
Pudden
And pump shit up like Joe Budden
I'm dirtier than those
Dozen
D12 boys dropping these Shells
Fuck it I can't have it
Take the green from Talib
I'll take another one from DJ Khaled
And make that fucker run
From his heart attack
And fish him with a Big Mac
Tied to a fishing cord
While standing on his Porch
Just to lure him outside of His house
Before he blows his spouse
I'm still waitin fo the drugs Tohit me
Harder than Whitney
When I OD in Houston as I proceed
Just to give you what you
Need
I'm sick in the head
When I shoot the bitch til
She dead
I put my dick into some
Red
Red rum red rum red rum
I'm sick in the head
When I shoot the bitch til
She dead
I put my dick into some
Red
Red rum red rum red rum
When I shoot the bitch til She dead
I put my dick into some
Red
Red rum red rum red rum
I'm sick in the head
When I shoot the bitch til
She dead
I put my dick into some
Red
Red rum red rum red rum
Wanna do this shit my
Way
Or do you wanna take the
Highway
When Everlast would
Never last
Lord Jamar kicked his ass
Just for da punk to get a
Beat down
No wonder why they
Jump around
Now he's in his house in Pain
I'm fucking around mane
I stole the machine gun From Kelly
So you can't help me
Even the mortician's
Image
Is only a distortion
Gimmick
I own the abortion clinic
With a body count higher Than Ice T
So you can't fight me
Even my DNA has triple Sixes
When I rape crippled
Bitches
That's why I wrote the
hard
Haven't you seen my birth Mark
It's got the Devils mark
Wanna see my heavy
Metal spark
I'm still sick in the head
I kill bitches and cum for
The red
Which drug will I be dead From
With a brain size of a
Bread crum
Having sex with dead
Bodies
I'm sick in the fucking
Head mommy
Give me some fucking
Bath salts
I wanna eat you on the Asphalt
I'm just a fucking sick cannibal
Who's been treated like an
Animal
I just wanna see if I
Shocked you
I even kill myself just to Haunt you
Better hide when my guns Pop
And fuck your retarded
Sun block
I'll take the rays from Steve Irwin
And knock you harder
Than Berlin
When the walls fell down
To the fucking ground
I even go into a store and Steal
Before I cap Jordan Peele
Now he's running to get
Out
While I give my lead clout
I roll with Satan and Nazis
Not Jesus Christ
Even doing China White
Mixed with fentanyl
I was born mentally ill
I don't shoot the bitch
I stab her with the crucifix
Even Satan is saying grace
When he sees my super Saiyan rage
Don't take me as a joke
When I do coke
And my pupils dilate
Like Columbine kids Annihilate
With the deuce deuce
What, still too soon
I'm sick in the head
When I shoot the bitch til She dead
I put my dick into some
Red
Red rum red rum red rum
I'm sick in the head
When I shoot the bitch til
She dead
I put my dick into some
Red
Red rum red rum red rum
I stole the green from Seth
To pay for meth
While I'm starving to
Death
Holding my breath
While Kevin Spacey
Tries to rape me
Even Mr Rogers hates me
He doesn't wanna be my Neighbor
Fuck it I hate hoarders
I hoard dvds of hoarders
Before I place orders
Of eight quarter
Bags of coke when I spray Corners
Looking to smack a whore
For listening to Macklemore
When I jack a Ford
And crash it into a Chevy
So bitch don't test me
I don't wanna get messy
I popped a bottle of dexies
That I stole from Elvis Presley
I stabbed da shit outta Chris Webby
With the machete
I stole from OJ Simpson
When that bitch gives me A mission
To fucking diss him
Now I've gotta glove
That's full of blood
You think I care
Jehovah's Witnesses don't
Dare
To even knock when I
Cock a biscuit
You can't even say grace
When I bring the AK
And I spray places
Before I'm the next Tay K
In a race to beat the case
I don't deserve respect
When I pop a bottle of Percocet
Lace the fucking weed
With coke and speed
Even mixing smack and Dust
I'm fucking scandalous
I even burned waka flakka
When I popped a flakka
And my mind's lost like Papa doca
In a rap battle
Before I pop a capsule
Of Vyvanse and cause Violence
I'm a hazard to the Environments
Causing global warming
By burning a national
Forest
And bitch slapping Al Gore
Til he malforms
And I get mo props yay
I'm destined to be hokage
Like I'm Naruto
So where are you hoe
I still love ya body
I didn't mean to give you That pill
That I took from Bill Cosby
He said it gives nice pussy
I didn't know it was a Roofie
Now I just want mo
Pudden
And pump shit up like Joe Budden
I'm dirtier than those
Dozen
D12 boys dropping these Shells
Fuck it I can't have it
Take the green from Talib
I'll take another one from DJ Khaled
And make that fucker run
From his heart attack
And fish him with a Big Mac
Tied to a fishing cord
While standing on his Porch
Just to lure him outside of His house
Before he blows his spouse
I'm still waitin fo the drugs Tohit me
Harder than Whitney
When I OD in Houston as I proceed
Just to give you what you
Need
I'm sick in the head
When I shoot the bitch til
She dead
I put my dick into some
Red
Red rum red rum red rum
I'm sick in the head
When I shoot the bitch til
She dead
I put my dick into some
Red
Red rum red rum red rum
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Writer(s): Ethan Peterson
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