Kerser - Kerser Is Sick lyrics

[Intro] *turntable scratching* Let me explain something Kerser *scratching* Kerser *scratching* Kerser is sick! [Verse 1] What it is, it's the man of the moment And any other moment that they claimin' I own it Kerser flavour, yeah I sprinkle on top They hangin' like a junkie needs a hit, I'll sprinkle a lot So good with rap, no lookin' back sh** there beef gets wrapped like cooked kebabs I'mma light this spliff, you can ride this dick I get the flu, people hang around to try and get sick It ain't likely kid, I was born with this This is bad for your brain, there's your warning b**h As I pour a mix and chop fourteen sticks That's a half oz here like my family mix, ya dig? If not, f** off, you must stop I'll take you to the top, f**in' oath so you can jump off No more games, sh** you know me by now And if ya haven't heard ya best to know I'm ownin' the town, b**h [Hook x2] Put 'em up, raise 'em up, we gon' get high Yes I demand that I'm the best I Will never stop 'till they murder me, sh** You should have f**ing knew it b**h, Kerser is sick [Verse 2] I walked in, kicked the door like "hold up, nah wait wait" "I used that last time, let me set it straight mate" The sickest is back, ridiculous rap Hold the fingers like that and hurt ya misses's flaps They askin' 'bout me, where's he going, is he singed, no You giving me a contract and you think I'm gonna sign, no I did it myself, I wanna keep it that way Pile up the ashcay and waste it on a mad day The way I'm livin' man they pay me to bounce While my fans sing my sh**, they gotta say it out loud You can find me at the club, rubber band around the notes Who said I never made sh**? I gotta jam it down their throats Certainly the sickest, got me hurtin' all you b**hes Then they turn on me for instance cause I'm burnin' all their lyrics Hit me back, come and see me on my d**h bed With a zombie b**h gettin' head, dead set [Hook x2] [Verse 3] *scratching* Come and cruise with me and you will see lad I'm the man and that's why I don't listen to their feedback Hear that, feedback, lyrics here, read that You's all make me sick, gonna make me bring my feed back (vomiting) Come close, you can witness a man, talk tough Now you're here, you got sh** in your pants I'm the freshest motherf**er that you've seen for days Now I'm paid, eshay, now the green is blazed Dark red eyes, yeah that's normal for me And the rest of the boys, ain't it awful to see? Do you think we give a f**, you know the answer to that I'm so sick motherf**er yeah the cancer is rap I live fast probably die young, celebrate my life c*nts Make sure when they bury me they puttin' in some nice buds Rise up and fight for a better way Always off my guts and I can not remember yesterday [Hook x2] [Outro] Now, Kerser, we gon' get high, f**ing k**ed it again Nebs You already know what it is, Kerser is sick Sickest, Sickest (Kerser ain't no joke) *scratching* (ain't gon' tell these motherf**ers again, man) Kerser is sick! *scratching* (ain't gon' tell these motherf**ers again, man) Kerser is sick! *scratching* (blast ya face and kick ya teeth in) *scratching* (remember that) (I told you man! I told you!) (K-K-K-K-Kerser is sick!) (No but you wouldn't listen) (Why? You stupid f**, look at you now) *scratching*