Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sickological, artist - Twisted Insane. Date of issue: 07.04.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Sickological |
| And I’m a nigga that’s sick-o |
| Jackin' on my dick with the blood from the chick that I split |
| I am that nympho |
| I gotta make sure that she dead when I fuck a nigga bitch |
| 'cos a nigga really love that |
| Scissor the bitches pussy and put it on the blades of the killah |
| Tellin' ya where the slug’s-at |
| Fallin' up out the pussy with the rest of the razor blades for the killah |
| Brainsick |
| I am the demon if you wanna keep pretendin' I will keep runnin' up into your |
| home ('fore the time go?) |
| And I walked up in that mothafucka hanging on your WIFE and you DAUGHTER and |
| your SON with a blindfold |
| Movin' through the hall whackin' and then starin' from bedroom to bedroom keep |
| peepin' 'em |
| (?) (?) (?) trippin' and just feindin' to eat |
| But I know that I smell the blood of and Englishman |
| And have a mothafucka' coming |
| Suitable to get the rest of the body ready for the stomach |
| Saw this shit on TV |
| An' turned around and told the homie that I already have done it |
| Already off the gin |
| Finna be off of sin |
| Creepin' around the den |
| Gettin' faded on tha mothafuckin' block |
| (coppin?) up on a blunt |
| Niggas don’t wanna stunt |
| Pull up and get dumped |
| You will and everyone you know is gettin' shot |
| 'cos imma be some nutcase |
| Murder murder whatchu talkin' 'bout |
| I’m ready to see whatchu was about |
| And homie we can touch (bases?) |
| And look into the eyes of the devil and you gon' weep without a doubt |
| 'cos nigga I’m a PSYCHO |
| Lookin' up under the bed for bloody bodies in my visions |
| And I give a fuck what niggas say about me cos a mothafucka’s always ready to |
| bust slugs with precision |
| 'need go head and let me shoot that mothafucka |
| I just keep dumpin on 'em, BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM |
| SERVED you mothafuckas! |
| Droppin' like flies, 40 droppin', cigarette droppin', niggas try’na run |
| 'need go head and let me shoot that mothafucka |
| I just keep dumpin on 'em, BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM |
| SERVED you mothafuckas! |
| Droppin' like flies, 40 droppin', cigarette droppin', niggas try’na run |
| Some niggas want me to gas, and rap fast all the time |
| Some niggas want me to slow upp, so they can hear every line |
| But I’m a-619 |
| South East San Diego |
| You come up in that fine line you get your brains mixed with prego |
| I ain’t no bitch ass nigga |
| I ain’t no gay ass phony |
| I ain’t you |
| I ain’t scared of no nigga to come for me homie |
| These niggas rap that shit (kill niggas) |
| But they ain’t clack they shit |
| I’m official they prolly in they house with some big fat bitch |
| I love when niggas hate |
| And got my name in they taste |
| But when I’m all in they face |
| This is all that they say |
| 'I love your shit I love your spit |
| You’s the reason I rap |
| I love this song I love that song' |
| And all of that crap |
| I don’t give a fuck 'bout my life |
| So what makes you think |
| I give a solitary FUCK |
| About your wife and kids? |
| I wipe the blood with the bin |
| And take a shit on your face |
| I ainnt no mothafuckin' joke |
| You get your life erased |
| Nigga |
| 'need go head and let me shoot that mothafucka |
| I just keep dumpin on 'em, BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM |
| SERVED you mothafuckas! |
| Droppin' like flies, 40 droppin', cigarette droppin', niggas try’na run |
| 'need go head and let me shoot that mothafucka |
| I just keep dumpin on 'em, BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM |
| SERVED you mothafuckas! |
| Droppin' like flies, 40 droppin', cigarette droppin', niggas try’na run |