RION OF TCE lyrics : "Sick"
Feelin sicker than a $#&@in dog
And even iller than a pig with the flu of a hog
^!$$%, my $#&@in nose has been $#&@in reclogged
Like my vocab when my rhymes are on top
Because I spit %#@! like an $$# with explosive diarreah
(*##$, you dont $#&@in know me, heres my $#&@in criteria
2 billion $#&@in views, makin Psy feelin teary-eyed
This %#@! probably has 100,
$#&@er, I'm the %#@!, makin feces feel deprived
I'm surprised these ^!$$%s
Have $#&@in sur-vived
When half of'em cant even $#&@in' pro-vide
For their $#&@in family, I'm the spot in mine
I shine for my own light
Sometimes I feel $#&@in tight stranded
My life goes left, but I'm really $#&@in right handed
I'm $#&@in sick
Yeah
[Verse 2]
I'm a sick !@$(
I sneeze into my sleeve,
I keep all the bad %#@! trashed at
A junkyard I call my brain, clash
Made a loud $$# collision, maybe where these rhymes came to fathom
And when I rap them
My juices flow, so I trap them
And decap
The caps on a bottle of Snap
P-L-E gulp the %#@! down, made of the best stuff on Earth
Sike, ^!$$%, Im the best %#@! around
So I'm sippin on a bottle of me
Need a lobotomy I swear, my illness is gonna be the drop of me
Got enough $#&@in heart to $#&@in stop the beat
And stop the heat
Not the team
This damn cold, make these (*##$es retreat
Like Robert E. Lee on Hallow-we-een
Yeah, not givin any $#&@in candy
Got a $#&@in war to win! $#&@ WTB!
Although I am sick, I'm still gonna get up, because I'm still pretty damn slick
I'm a sick mother$#&@er
Like my dad when he was makin' me
9 months later, he's at a $#&@in job makin' cheese
Daddy made enough money
To raise a $#&@in family
Little did they know they would have to raise a ragin' beast
Who would later go by Rion, what a $#&@in' little prodigy is he
But he's feeling sickly
Insane or crazy, thanks for the other meaning, Urban Dictionary
I'm an urban dick shun fairy
'Cause I'm fly, give her the dick, and avoid all the pricks
Yeah, still $#&@in sick
Is there even a cure for amazing?
Don't even know, man
Uh
Yeah
[Verse 3]
Called in sick for the third motha$#&@in time
All these sevies waitin for my next motha$#&@in rhyme
^!$$%, I don't even try to $#&@in mind
All these haters, they the enemies that I try
To make cry
Usin' force to knock these !@$)s out, (*##$, I'm a $#&@in Jedi
I'm the sword without the samurai
Sharp as a $#&@er, but independent as being alive with one damn eye
Damn
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