Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sickplicity , by - Vakill. Song from the album The Darkest Cloud Instrumentals, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 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 |