Sick 2 Def - Plan B (B计划) Che Che Che Che Check Yo 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 404

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