Lyrics YOU HUMANS MAKE ME SICK - Cole Benzo

YOU HUMANS MAKE ME SICK

CUT A BITCH SHE RUNNIN QUICK
I SLIT MY WRIST AND SHOVE HER DICK
YOU HUMANS MAKE ME SICK
YOU GOT SOME DIAMONDS BUT AIN’T WORTH MY PISS
Y’ALL ILLNESS IS STRICTLY FICTITIOUS
SQUISH THESE BITCHES TO SUBMISSION
FUCK HER I AIN’T GOT PERMISSION
GROUND TO CHUCK SHE WAS DELICOUS
TRY TO BE DIFFERENT BUT YALL ARE THE SAME
SNAKE IN THE GRASS AND YOU PEASANTS MY PRAY
APPROACH APOSTLES THAT I PLAN TO SLAY
BATHE IN THE BLOOD I’MA STAY IN THE SPRAY
I’M TOO IMPULSIVE WON’T RUN OUT OF LUCK
PUT DIRT ON MY NAME AND YOU FUCKIN GET STUCK
WHAT THE HELL YOU REALLY GON DO
YOU REALLY THINK I CANNOT SEE THRU
I DON’T NEED AFFILIATION BITCH CHECK MY CONGLOMERATES
I’M IN MY NATURAL STATE MY FINAL FORM A DAMN HOMUNCULUS
I CANNOT GET A SINGLE DUDE TO TELL ME WHAT THE PROBLEM IS
DON’T TRY TO BE MY EQUAL WHEN I SEE YOU NEVER DROPPIN SHIT
HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT DEATH
MY PRESENCE THEY FILLIN WITH STRESS
TAKE THE ORGANS OUT THEY CHEST
I SWEAR I’LL LEAVE NOBODY LEFT
UNDER THE BED THEY WON’T CHECK
I STRANGLE TILL THEY OUTTA BREATH
YOU PUSSY BE GRABBIN THE TECH
CAN’T TALK WITH CUTS THRU THEY NECK
CUT A BITCH SHE RUNNIN QUICK
I SLIT MY WRIST AND SHOVE HER DICK
YOU HUMANS MAKE ME SICK
YOU GOT SOME DIAMONDS BUT AIN’T WORTH MY PISS
Y’ALL ILLNESS IS STRICTLY FICTITIOUS
SQUISH THESE BITCHES TO SUBMISSION
FUCK HER I AIN’T GOT PERMISSION
GROUND TO CHUCK SHE WAS DELICOUS