Sixth Sense - Bad Day lyrics

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Sixth Sense - Bad Day lyrics

[Eyedea] The only way I cope with depression, is remembering I'm the dopest ever You and flowin' never could go together like bathing suits and snowy weather I'm forever fading crews name some fools I probably tore em' Cuz your wack and stick out like genital warts on a sore thumb I'ma die of boredom hearin' your tape, I mean that long repetitive song Your cub scout leader helped you make You run artistic autistic dick s**in' van wagon bumper sticker Get off my jock can't you read the do not disturb sign on my zipper? What's this a test, to see how much weight my dick can carry? I'm fresh, ill, nice, and every other word in the dictionary b**h I'm very sick, I thought I was through talking sh** Now I'm like f** the world, just cuz you walk on it I lost my grip on optimism, now that my hands are free I'ma show your whole family the pissed off ferocious animal man in me I try to be pa**ive in a title bout, but now it's time for Superman to give little Mighty Mouse something to whine about I house nerds, their cheeks tremble when they pretend to pronounce words My dicks the Micky D's for MC's over 80 billion mouths served You and all your boys can't take me, it destroyed your lady's pride when you tried to flow and your voice was shaky Cottonmouth nervous stutter, you should've known you was weak when you got your half-deaf Alzheimer's having grandma critiquing you I'm havin' a bad day, so just keep quiet Plus, you made it a whole lot worse when I found out you didn't die yet I bet your mom feels the same way, but she don't say sh** That's why she sniffed markers when she was pregnant and laced your bottle with lead Paint chips you're an ancient's ancient fossil Fell in a pot hole needed a role model to follow and picked me cuz I got flows I got dough sayin' you can't get with me Your only chance of victory is if I write a rhyme for you to spit to me Slow poke you'll be leavin' with a swole throat after the battle And a tattoo on your head, that says Eyedea's no joke You humongous scrotum fungus bacterial parasite I been tearin' mics since you were knee high to a pre-mature wood tick Shush b**h, I'll leave you tore, as people roar in laughter Stop bleedin' otherwise after you're gonna have to clean the floor Here's a dustpan for dead skin and chipped bones You got crushed man, you should've went home and took your Flintstones Like a good retarded rejected neglected double-headed s**m that fertilized a mutated egg and was definitely anorexic So that explains why you got the IQ of a barbie doll and the patience of an alarm clock You'll be the first one to start a brawl and the last one to get out of intensive care I cause d**h on contact with paper every time I put my pencil there Yo I didn't get enough sleep, and I ain't had sh** to eat Plus your mouth is running like new athletes at a track meet My head hurts, my body aches and I ain't got sh** to do f** it, I'll just take out all my anger on you Man, now I feel coool...

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