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bukshot - sick lyrics

[chorus 1: bukshot]
it’s deep inside of me
my judgement’s clouded, i can’t see
i’m thinking violently, so foul my thoughts need privacy
i don’t move silently and make loud noise so walk and see
i want to watch them bleed
it’s sick, but it’s my fantasy

[verse 1: bukshot]
let’s make this clear
like a great white shark i can smell your fear
stay out my water, keep yo ass on the pier
you ain’t built for this
juggernaut right here
you can’t win
i’m a sore loser
f+ck yo team
even for the moolah
listen to the news, active shooter
butcher every name on my list that bueller
these humans, can’t stand ’em
they don’t get it
can’t fathom
watching all these rappers flossing platinum
welcome to the murder show, gone like a phantom
get struck by the lightning
possession by the devil can be frightening
start a pagan torture method like a viking
tell it like it is
no lies, no psyching
[chorus 2: bukshot]
it’s deep inside of me
my judgement’s clouded, i can’t see
i’m thinking violently, so foul my thoughts need privacy
i’m sick, so sick
i’m sick in the head
i spit these words till they burn like lead
i’m sick, so sick
painting everybody red
i’m sick when i cl!ck b+tch, everybody’s dead

[verse 2: bukshot]
i like it when they run
screaming out for help but n0body gonna come
it’s only you and me, let’s have a little fun
remember when you tried to make a joke about my son?
all them momma jokes, fat momma jokes
now i got you on the prowl in my haunted cloak
mr. bully hah (hah), you’s a tough guy (guy)
thought you was hard (hard), now you gon’ die (die)
make you bleed
it’s time for revenge and i got my needs
make them see
you’ve come to the end, watch evil feed
i’m hungry, leave ’em all wondering
dead on the floor in the center of a blood ring
in a country where people die for nothing
i’m sick, welcome to the suffering
[chorus 2: bukshot]
it’s deep inside of me
my judgement’s clouded, i can’t see
i’m thinking violently, so foul my thoughts need privacy
i’m sick, so sick
i’m sick in the head
i spit these words till they burn like lead
i’m sick, so sick
painting everybody red
i’m sick when i cl!ck b+tch, everybody’s dead

[verse 3: bukshot]
let’s talk about me
weirdo and a geek since middle+school
now i’m turning to a freak
no leash
common sense unplugged
full of hate and i show no love
mom and dad died early, picked up the pieces
living on the streets, only friend i had was jesus
i was sick in the brain, borderline insane
but stayed in my lane
looking for the blood
always been about the blood
fascinated by death
and all the horror stuff
bad attitude along with anger made me violent
tried to act good but my demons weren’t buying it
blood on my hands
i think i like this
note to self: i’m inspired as i write this
i can see the future i’m a psychic
proud weirdo sick of feeling righteous

- bukshot lyrics

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