SICKO Songtext
von Killa C

Sicko, sicko
Sicko, sicko
Sicko, sicko

Sick, done listen to these stories from that sicko
Sicko, sicko
Sicko, sicko
Sick, done listen to these stories from that sicko
Sicko, sicko
Sicko, sicko

Sick, done listen to these stories from that sicko
Sicko, sicko
Sicko, sicko
Sick, done listen to these stories from that sicko
Sicko, sicko
Sicko, sicko

I′m a sick puppy, hoes wanna touch me
It's written on their forehead (you can′t trust me)
Sleeping in my bunk, when I smelled the skunk
I looked out my curtain, it was scattered, man's junk


Pounding on a groupie hoe, yes that's his duty though
We even had a thumb and two fingers in her booty hole
Just another day on the tour bus
(Yeah, I like to party, I like to party, yeah)

Ecstasy in piles like peppermints and Applebee′s
If you take the rapper off, you′ll probably catch disease
Diggin' in the sleaze in the hot tub at the Norva (backstage)
Different time, different page, she′s a whore, taws the rage

Many a hooker come by with their holes out
Desiring to be plugged, so many pulled their poles out
Typically, high mileage, the type to need another oil change
Cut said she stunk, but he recommended brains

Sick, done listen to these stories from that sicko
Sicko, sicko
Sicko, sicko
Sick, done listen to these stories from that sicko
Sicko, sicko
Sicko, sicko


Sick, done listen to these stories from that sicko
Sicko, sicko
Sicko, sicko
Si-si-sick, done listen to these stories from that sicko
Sicko, sicko
Sicko, sicko

I shoot for the kill and aim for the spill
Digging in the guts is my kind of thrill
I cut a hole in the throat from ear to ear
Rip the trachy out the neck, you know my love is sincere

Precisely slice an incision down the rib cage
Perfectly centered like the pattern of a 12 cage
You get to the junk, it's (ring around the rosy)
Cut it off and toss it, but (watch the bladder closely)

You don′t want to get his urine on your meat (upon your meat)
Lift him by the head and dump his organs in the street
Right about now, you might hear somebody
Come and throw his carcass on your back
'Cause it′s time to start running

You can butcher the meat in the bathtub if you want to
Rinse with water, marinate with vinegar, you ought to
Fillet the steaks, roll with flour in the kitchen
Whether you bake them or you fry them, it's tastes like chicken

Sick, done listen to these stories from that sicko
Sicko, sicko
Sicko, sicko
Sick, done listen to these stories from that sicko
Sicko, sicko
Sicko, sicko

Si-sick, done listen to these stories from that sicko
Sicko, sicko
Sicko, sicko
Si-si-sick, done listen to these stories from that sicko
Sicko, sicko
Sicko, sicko

A maniacal mind at the time was fecophiliac
Throwing dookie splats, sicko, yup, and a maniac
We went to Hollywood, had some business with the strangers
Pooled at the days and turned brown from a dangler

Deuces in the urinals, smuggling through the terminals
Micey killer seed breaking bread with the criminals
Like the kind of money that comes packed into duffel bags
I only need the richest homes, leave all the rags

Bandanas and paisleys surround, but never faze me
I don't care what you bang (boy), your colors can′t change me
I live the type of life to make a non-vet shudder
(This is) spiritual warfare, it begins in the gutter

Thanks for tuning in to these stories from a sicko
I′ma keep it real with y'all, I′ve done so from the get-go
If I spit it, then I lived it, and maybe I haven't quit it
Father, I understand, if you never do, forgive them

Sick, done listen
Sicko, sicko, sicko, sicko, sicko
Sick, done listen
Sicko, sicko, sicko, sicko, sicko
Sick, done listen
Sicko, sicko, sicko, sicko, sicko
Sick, done listen to these stories from that sicko
Sicko, sicko, sicko, sicko