A History of Violence - Sick lyrics

[Verse 1: In2ition] Going down on this girl, might as well be in Hell. So much blood Talk about time-of-the-month: it's like time-of-the-year It's got all stored up in here like it was waiting for me to appear Man, I wish I'd had a beer or two or ten Been a little bit drunk when I decided to eat her out cause now, I won't be eating for a while But that's s**, right? Giving and taking And that's alright as long as the b**h is tight Cause I be telling you like every waking moment Minute of a relationship I been in And the girl don't do sh** but complaining. And I'm forsaking this As soon as I get my tongue outta here quick My head is spinning; I can't do this. Come up for air She grabs my hair, pushes me down. Feeling rather sick now Don't know how I'm supposed to do this sh** Oh, wow [vomit noises] Threw up in her vagina: bits of chicken and rice-a Man, girl, I'm sorry: I probably shouldn't have had that curry And it didn't help that your minge tasted of a gone-off bhaji Whoops, but I like Really like to to give her a f**; now it's her problem I wipe my mouth and go back down Hear her screams from above, plow through the noise Of my lapping lips against my sick; she can't handle this f** that b**h: I shove that sick into her vagina Later she can take her pick to shower or bath-a But it won't come out of her. Yes, I'm that sick I hate this b**h. She's crying out, pleading me to stop And knock her out then shove my co*k Into every orifice like an orthodontist beating an anthropologist s**ing the dick of a radiologist Who's obsessed with f**ing c*nts or smoking blunts And eating mad meat chunks. Men can't be monks They got too much obsession with p**y Get girls gushy, so please don't push me I got too crunk before I f**ed this one Ah yeah, don't care if my penis is pusy You're still gonna lick it, hun; get that chunk Before I shank, shank, shank your mum; f** you in the bum Till I cum, cum, cum. Then make you choke on it And you bet I'll be smoking it while she be taking Tokes on this dick; you best believe it Cause this b**h is sick: she be covered in it [Verse 2: The Etherealist] Oh sh**, I just puréed a nurse Hit her with a stolen hearse while I was writing this verse Now I've got a thirst for that vagina of hers So I'mma stick her till I squirt before she's six foot in dirt HOV: don't think we won't go there I got parts of every one of my teachers way back to daycare Almost got enough now to make my own Frankenstein Reanimate mine just so I can f** it in its stankin' eye I draw from every k**er in the history book Battered with spades, eating your brain for that Ian Brady look Or maybe I'll go Albert Fish up in this b**h Cook and eat your kid, then in a letter, detail it I should be locked up, man. I'm sick: I'm f**ing crazy Mutilate your baby, maybe bake it with some gravy History of Violence is really just a plan So I can get close to In2ition and slice him up like ham [Verse 3: In2ition] Ether thinks he can play me? Let him f**ing try He's gonna eat someone's baby? I'll eat his f**ing eyes But he won't even face me, let alone phase me And that's the same for everyone these days, see? Judgmental pricks listen to my lyrics and have no words for me Their Lady GaGa speeches even though they're f**ing freaks Their opinion of my music is that 'it's f**ing weak' Makes their heart repeat, think it's bleak, seem to tell me it's weak Weak cause it's disgusting and weak cause it's against Every single thing they've ever been brought up to hate Well I'm done with these false f**ing fake saints And their childish impudence. I'll kidnap their children and make them impotent f** 'em so hard when they're ten, they'll never be able to get it up again And then if these haters still hate on me I'll turn up at their house, quiet as a mouse With a surprise for them from me: my erected blood-doused co*k I'll bash their head in with a wok while they're listening to rock Which is their favourite type of music cause they're f**ing stupid The type of person who believes in Cupid I'll rape their dying body; don't dare try to stop me Don't try to co*k-block me I'm trying to f**ing k** you, b**h: get your f**ing hairy hands off of me Break her arms off just in time to cum up inside of her body And then I rest, laying on the floor next to her barely beating chest I'm impressed: that was my best ever birthday s** And I've been blessed, so let's just suggest You people learn from this. Don't protest Just caress yourself nice and slow when you listen to me, ho So then I won't rape-k** ya, yo!