Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sickplicity, artist - Vakill. Album song The Darkest Cloud Instrumentals, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 21.11.2011
Record label: Molemen
Song language: English
Sickplicity |
I’m a harbinger of death with a flow otherworldly |
Cancer cluster that wasn’t discovered early |
Shittin on you 'til your body covered thoroughly |
My quotes cockblock throats |
'Til MC’s unable to respond |
Like I just told a homeless person a knock knock joke |
Malicious; |
tattooed F.U.N. |
on my dick |
For «Fuck You Niggas» while I poke fun at yo' bitch |
Leavin spitters missin vowels, shitters disemboweled |
The last one you clearly wouldn’t doubt |
Niggas won’t consider dissin now |
Fuck punchlines and metaphors; |
I settle wars |
Spittin darts 'til puncture wounds look like an extra set of pores |
I’m morally sick and auspicious, all vicious |
Quick to jaw bitches 'til they chin hit the ground like drawbridges |
Potnah, yo' whole style Ichabod Crane |
I’m leavin all you riders headless when I squeeze off these Sleepy Hollows |
And pick apart brains, blow to smidgens |
My shit on point like infrared scopes strapped on the ass of homing pigeons |
«It ain’t nothin.» |
«It's simple ain’t it? |
But quite clever» |
«I'm the sickest» |
I came lyrically known as the most foul clinic |
Biochemist spittin' a mutated AIDS virus |
Puttin niggas careers on cryogenics |
I math with godly wrath when it go all |
Like pinocchio eatin' pussy while he takin' a polygraph |
I’m bane on some angioplasty shit |
Just fuck you out of the frame into your nasty bitch |
Spit epic novels evil and episcopal |
Fuck your respect, I done dropped two singles and already my rep is gospel |
In this world of cutthroats |
I’m a midget with a scalpel and a non remorseful grin |
Circumsizin' everything below the torso skin |
You fuckin' with the only one in the wet t-shirt contest with a dorsel fin |
I spit fire faggots and fart in a flame |
Backstabber, but I’m terribly takin part in a plan |
Give a fuck whatever, if your honor throw the book at me |
I’m throwin' it back full of pubic hairs with the pages stuck together |
I nut on CDs and shit on tapes |
Far as vinyl, I’m the last cat you wanna see workin at a fast food joint |
The way i spit on plates, none sicker |
Sworn revenge like a driveby car with a rainbow bumper sticker |
I’m lettin off a thick cream blast |
Til the whole planet is sleepin in a wet spot with a well reamed ass |
While you playin dreamcast and suckin so many of these rap niggas dicks |
Your mouths starting to look like a Scream mask |
Hook 2x |
I’m sick by design surely because I shine jewelry |
With blind fury, the underground assigned jury |
Try to accuse me of being too jiggy and shit |
Disregarding the fact that I’m Christ-like nice with mass purely |
Draw me with thorns and a bracelet to match |
I’m matter but known to make car stereos and niggas faces detach |
Quintessentially dark intregal, poisonous tips to heart ventricles, |
spit ink like I was anatomically part tentacle |
Subliminal Vakill disses echo past ya |
While I squeeze off til your fucking dosely echo plaster |
Code malice streets got my soul callous |
But I’m nice like twelve deciples |
Sip my blood from a dope chalice, shit |
My worst effort is madness in reverse method |
Shittin' with a jamaican work ethic til this game bitch unfold |
And niggas grip my nuts so tight |
I don’t know whether to spin or tap out to submission hold |
Hook 2x |