Luyện nghe bài hát Sick 2 Def

C-c-check, yo

Real sick hearing these talk shit
They get there throats slit 'coz they talkin' to me I'm thick
And I'm real tired of these bullshit
They go, hide 'coz I'm lookin' for 'em on the sly

'Coz had it up to here, right up to here
Might ave to do it dogs style slice of their ear
'Coz I've had enuff of bredders tough, tryin' ta get rough
When its obvious they ain't enuff, listen

I just talk the talk, I walk it
That's why my mouth's always out with raw shit
My rap style's distorted like lil' mo getting
And keepin' the instead of gettin' it aborted

Yo, I talk morbid just to make you feel
Deaths a part of life, yo, you cant ignore it
Especially when I rip out your heart and on my sport it like
Somethin' you feel precious 'coz ya gran bought it

I talk so foul, I talk so course, I show no
I show no remorse like a necromanic a corpse
Up the anal passage while genital warts

My metaphor's are like that game
Where you put that hob nob in ya gob
If you the last one to come on the
I'm so sadistic so I fantasize about
My mums ex floating in a bath tub with his wrists

And I'm real hearing these pricks talk shit
They get there throats slit 'coz they talkin' to me like I'm
And I'm real tired of these bullshit
They best go, hide 'coz I'm for 'em on the sly

I've had it up to here, right up to
Might ave to do it reservoir style slice of their ear
'Coz had enuff of bredders actin' tough, tryin' ta get rough
When its obvious ain't rough enuff

You best buy a TV if you want me to
I'm so heavy influenced by the things that I watch
It ain't 'Pulp Fiction' and 'Reservoir Dogs'
It's irreversible, there's my Of God'

It's the news on channel when I turn on the box
It seems Pedophiles on top of the pops
Garry glitter, Michael
On the net ken bigley got his tek off

That's some nasty shit and you wonder why I'm sick
When I see this shit and I say what I think
That's some shit and you don't ban it
But you ban computer games, somethin' 'round here stinks

What about and alcoholic drinks?
Or the animal that died just so your wife could wear that
Your like gettin' caught, pissin' in the sink
A white girl wont suck my dick just because its

And I'm real sick these pricks talk shit
They get there throats slit 'coz they talkin' to me like I'm
And I'm tired of these bullshit guys
best go, hide 'coz I'm lookin' for 'em on the sly

Had it up to here, right up to
Might ave to do it dogs style slice of their ear
'Coz I've had enuff of bredders actin' tough, ta get rough
When its obvious they rough enuff

Check it, the verse is just as bad as the first
Compared to the second, yo, it's worse
this is about a guy getting chauffeured in a hurst
Let me do Nas did and tell that shit in reverse

The hirst the corpse back to the morgue
The guy from the undresses the corpse
Embalming fluid goes out, the blood goes back in
Body goes to hospital where it comes alive again

The paramedics walk like an Irish dance
Put the man back in the ambulance
The ambulances engine back on
And its lights flash as it plays his favorite

The guy back to the exact spot where they found him
And the medics and and all the passers by go
Where came from till eventually
No one him and the blood pours up him
Rather down him

The man then falls upwards on his feet
towards a dark figure on the other side of the street
He walks into the that cut his belly
Then he his neck which was bleeding already

He removes his so you can see the cut
And as the knife the slice, it closes back up
He unsays the words he said were, 'What the fuck'
And unscreams the scream from the first cut

Then the blood from he severed ear
Crawls up his cheek and slowly disappears
As the knife wielding silhouette unhacks it from the
Puts the knife away after the ear

walks backwards thought the bushes
Where he's nature
Who's the guy on the bench, I'm his paper
the snail he stepped on back from its creator
Only to be killed again when I fast this shit later

Back in his house now in his bed
He to a CD and un-bops his head
the CD out the player and puts it back in its case
Which has my name on the cover with my face

Fast forward, there's a murder
And the police know done it
Not lookin' for a motive they don't know why he done it
Sure enough it don't take that long for them to find a
And they publicly state it on TV evening

A couple of months later, this shit gets
it was me who put that switch in his hand
And told him to that man

this whole song was just some kinda sickly devised plan
To some poor cunt I don't even know
And I've never met in my life

The whoever said, "The pen is mightier than the sword"
Was and you better think twice
you step to me and pick a fight