Sick 2 Def - Plan B

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Real sick hearing these pricks talk sh*t

They get there throats slit coz they talkin to me like i'm thick

And i'm Real tired of these b******t guys they best go hide coz i'm lookin for em on the sly

Coz i've had it up to here Right up to here

Might ave to do it reservoir dogs style slice of there ear coz i've had enuff of bredders actin tough tryin ta get rough when its obvious they ain't rough enuff

Listen

I don't just talk the talk I walk it

That's why my mouth's always comin out with raw sh*t

My rap style's distorted like lil mo getting rapped and keepin the baby instead of gettin it aborted

Yo I talk morbid just to make you feel awkward

Deaths a part of life yo you just can't ignore it

Especially when I rip out your heart and on my sleeve sport it like summat you thinks precious coz ya dead gran bought it

I talk so foul I talk so course I show no regret I show no remorse

Like a necromanic raping a corpse up the anal passage while contracting genital warts

My metaphor's are twisted like that game where you gotta put that hob nob in ya gob if you the last one to come on the biscuit

I'm so sadistic so I fantasize about finding my mums ex floating in a bath tub with his wrists slit

And i'm

Real sick hearing these pricks talk sh*t

They get there throats slit coz they talkin to me like i'm thick

And i'm Real tired of these b******t guys they best go hide coz i'm lookin for em on the sly

Coz i've had it up to here Right up to here

Might ave to do it reservoir dogs style slice of there ear coz i've had enuff of bredders actin tough tryin ta get rough when its obvious they ain't rough enuff

You best

Buy a TV if you want me to stop

Coz i'm so heavy influenced by the things that I watch

It ain't just pulp fiction and reservoir dogs

Its irreversible there's my city of god

Its the news on every channel when I turn on the box

I'm seein paedophiles singing on top of the pops

Garry glitter Michael Jackson WHAT

On the net ken bigley got his neck tek off

That's some nasty sh*t and still you wonder why i'm sick when I see this sh*t and I say exactly what I think

That's some nasty sh*t and you don't ban it

But you ban computer games Summat round here really stinks

What about cigarettes and alcoholic drinks

Or the animal that died just so your wife could wear that mink

Your disgraceful like gettin caught pissin in the sink

A white girl won't suck my dick just because its pink

And i'm

Real sick hearing these pricks talk sh*t

They get there throats slit coz they talkin to me like i'm thick

And i'm Real tired of these b******t guys they best go hide coz i'm lookin for em on the sly

Coz i've had it up to here Right up to here

Might ave to do it reservoir dogs style slice of there ear coz i've had enuff of bredders actin tough tryin ta get rough when its obvious they ain't rough enuff

Check It

The last verse is just as bad as the first

But compared to the second yo its defenatly worse

Coz this is about a guy getting chauffeured in a hurst

Let me do what nas did and tell that sh*t in reverse

The hirst brings the corpse back to the morgue

The guy from the morgue undresses the corpse

Embalming fluid goes back out and blood goes back in

Body goes back to hospital where it comes alive again

The medics walk backwards like an Irish dance

Put the wounded man back in the am-bulance

The ambulances engine turns back on and his lights flash as it plays his favourite song

The guy goes back to the exact spot they found him and the medics and and all the passers by go back where they came from

Till eventually

No-one surrounds him

And the blood pours up him rather than down him

The man then falls upwards back on his feet and stumbles towards a dark figure on the other side of the street

He walks into the blade that cut his belly

Then he holds his neck which was bleeding already

He removes his hand so you can see the cut

And as the knife undoes the slice it closes back up

He unsays the words he said which were "What The F**k"

And unscreams the scream from the first initial cut

Then the blood from he severely severed ear crawls back up his cheek and slowly disappears

As the knife wielding silhouette unhacks it from the rear

Puts the knife away after reattaching the ear

Then walks backwards thought the bushes where he's disregarding nature

Who's the guy on the bench i'm reading his paper

Takes the snail he stepped on back from its creator

Only to be killed again when I fast forward this sh*t later

Back in his house now back in his bed

He un-listens to a CD and un-bops his head

Take's the CD out the player and puts it back in its case which has my name on the cover along with my face

Fast forward there's been a murder and the police know who's done it

Not lookin for a motive coz they don't know why he done it

Sure enough it don't take that long for them to find a reason and they publicly state it on TV that evening

A couple of months later this sh*t gets banned

Like it was me who put that switch in his hand and told him to kill that man

Like this whole song was some sickly devised plan to hurt some poor CUNT I don't even know and i've never met before in my life

The words whoever said "the pen is mightier than the sword" was right so you better think twice before you step to me and pick a fight