You Make Me Sick!
You make me sick
You make me turn my insides out onto the bricks
I could never train a bitch like you
Click, c-c-click, c-c-click, click
You like my boots?
I could squash you like a little rotten fruit
On your jugular and leave a pretty bruise
Attitude and the booze won't save you
You fucking loser
Redmeat deadbeat, you fucking tumor
Can't believe I let your hands inside my bloomers
Better count your blessings, I got humor, got a knife too
I call her Tilda, bet your fucking ass that I'mma use her
Fucking user
Cokehead Cretin, your life is a blooper
Splinter-looking ass born in a sewer
Suck a dick, then I bite, I'm a chewer
Go find another bitch to hoover
Count the days until you lose her
I'm mad!
You fuck my life up then you say, "My bad"
You don't know your way around a pussy, call you "Chad"
Throwing temper tantrums every time I got a bag
Kinda sad, little nads, I'm mad
You make me sick
You make me turn my insides out onto the bricks
I could never train a bitch like you
Click, c-c-click, c-c-click, click
You like my boots?
I could squash you like a little rotten fruit
On your jugular and leave a pretty bruise
Attitude and the booze won't save you
(Mommy's okay!)
Hello waitress, I want his head for dinner, silver plate it
Cut his tongue out first, let's hear him go and try and say shit
I'm abrasive? I'm a dragon, Animorph and shapeshift
Fire breathing, break shit, brain-eating amoeba
Coming for you, I'm contagious, ruined what was sacred
I was living good before your locusts and your plague hit
I always fucking fake it, now you're crying and you're shaking?
I'll take your tears and bottle 'em and use 'em as a face mist
I'm beautiful
I'm mad!
You fuck my life up then you say, "My bad"
You don't know your way around a pussy, call you "Chad"
Throwing temper tantrums every time I got a bag
Kinda sad, little nads, I'm mad
You make me sick
You make me turn my insides out onto the bricks
I could never train a bitch like you
Click, c-c-click, c-c-click, click
You make me turn my insides out onto the bricks
I could never train a bitch like you
Click, c-c-click, c-c-click, click
You like my boots?
I could squash you like a little rotten fruit
On your jugular and leave a pretty bruise
Attitude and the booze won't save you
You fucking loser
Redmeat deadbeat, you fucking tumor
Can't believe I let your hands inside my bloomers
Better count your blessings, I got humor, got a knife too
I call her Tilda, bet your fucking ass that I'mma use her
Fucking user
Cokehead Cretin, your life is a blooper
Splinter-looking ass born in a sewer
Suck a dick, then I bite, I'm a chewer
Go find another bitch to hoover
Count the days until you lose her
I'm mad!
You fuck my life up then you say, "My bad"
You don't know your way around a pussy, call you "Chad"
Throwing temper tantrums every time I got a bag
Kinda sad, little nads, I'm mad
You make me sick
You make me turn my insides out onto the bricks
I could never train a bitch like you
Click, c-c-click, c-c-click, click
You like my boots?
I could squash you like a little rotten fruit
On your jugular and leave a pretty bruise
Attitude and the booze won't save you
(Mommy's okay!)
Hello waitress, I want his head for dinner, silver plate it
Cut his tongue out first, let's hear him go and try and say shit
I'm abrasive? I'm a dragon, Animorph and shapeshift
Fire breathing, break shit, brain-eating amoeba
Coming for you, I'm contagious, ruined what was sacred
I was living good before your locusts and your plague hit
I always fucking fake it, now you're crying and you're shaking?
I'll take your tears and bottle 'em and use 'em as a face mist
I'm beautiful
I'm mad!
You fuck my life up then you say, "My bad"
You don't know your way around a pussy, call you "Chad"
Throwing temper tantrums every time I got a bag
Kinda sad, little nads, I'm mad
You make me sick
You make me turn my insides out onto the bricks
I could never train a bitch like you
Click, c-c-click, c-c-click, click
Credits
Writer(s): Oscar Benjamin Alexander Scheller, Ashton Nicole Casey, Thomas Slinger
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