Sick The Messiah
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Sick The Messiah Lyrics
[Verse]
I'm knockin' on doors 'til my damn hand breaks
Ipecac flow, can't stop with a hand brake
Type of real you can't fake, like my damn aunt says
"Thomas is a sick fuck, his luck and that face!"
Priceless (ha) I'm probably the nicest
I don't like violence, I'd like to incite it
I'd like to invite you, to my tea party
Not a mad hatter, just a little retarded
Slow flow that goes well with the beat
I puke so much you can tell what I eat
I'm PuKe so fuck? I can't tell what I say
I mean Sick, not PuKe, keep the mistake
Reminded, I'm slightly flawed
I am like a God when my mic is on
When the light comes on, that's time for sleep
I write my life like I don't speak
The truth, and I depart on tracks
I spill my guts, lungs, heart on tracks
My mind, my life, the hurt I felt
I write my life like I can't spell
I say my thoughts like they're not offensive
Offence is caused cos of cunts pretending
They are martyrs I'll march relentless
To prove you're a fraud, fuck your message
"Scottish and Proud" it's in every song title
The only mic you touched, real name: Michael
Jigz sounds like Jigga not the first to recycle
I'll be Drake, sweet chin music: Shawn Michaels
I'm knockin' on doors 'til my damn hand breaks
Ipecac flow, can't stop with a hand brake
Type of real you can't fake, like my damn aunt says
"Thomas is a sick fuck, his luck and that face!"
Priceless (ha) I'm probably the nicest
I don't like violence, I'd like to incite it
I'd like to invite you, to my tea party
Not a mad hatter, just a little retarded
Slow flow that goes well with the beat
I puke so much you can tell what I eat
I'm PuKe so fuck? I can't tell what I say
I mean Sick, not PuKe, keep the mistake
Reminded, I'm slightly flawed
I am like a God when my mic is on
When the light comes on, that's time for sleep
I write my life like I don't speak
The truth, and I depart on tracks
I spill my guts, lungs, heart on tracks
My mind, my life, the hurt I felt
I write my life like I can't spell
I say my thoughts like they're not offensive
Offence is caused cos of cunts pretending
They are martyrs I'll march relentless
To prove you're a fraud, fuck your message
"Scottish and Proud" it's in every song title
The only mic you touched, real name: Michael
Jigz sounds like Jigga not the first to recycle
I'll be Drake, sweet chin music: Shawn Michaels
[Hook]
They want shepards in their fields but they don't wanna give their wool
But they're perfectly okay with being eaten by a wolf
Revolution is a product they will buy it if it's sold
The underground it is polluted, the corpse is stagnant, they don't
[Verse]
Care bear bunch, I'm a fair, fair cunt
Passenger rappers never pay fare once
Hate fake fucks who just claim great worth
But do nothing with words cos they ain't verbs
See I'm PuKe King cunt, my whole name is one
I show a lot of hate, but my whole aim is love
It's hard to show that when every day it's stuff
Like Sam Curtis I hear, and you play it. Dumb
You or him? you decide that
But don't compare me with fannies like that
I spend a lot time making sure I'm not shite man
When I started I was, it takes a lot of time man
Go ahead and play me like I'm famous
The sweeter your words, the more I can't take it
The more I can't deny that I might be great
And the way that it grows, it just might be fate
See I'm walking the line between fail and succeed
Depression, conquered, my only enemy, me
I did it myself, but now I've got my team see
Defeat I? unlikely, but you'll never defeat we
So retreat please, man, I love to do this
I'd be lost in the world, without Lost In The World
And that's the truth, Sick's nothing without his music
Singing Hey Jude while I skewer a Judas
I'm a mess I uh, Sick's a Messiah
Saved myself, from myself, I'm a blessed liar
I'm a stressed fighter never out for the count
Never out on the town, but I bow to the crowds
Get a clought in the mouth, never out for a bout
Being sick in a stall once the vodka is downed
Just cos Thomas is down, screaming "get the fuck up"
Vomit up an Encore, yeah it's Never Enough
They want shepards in their fields but they don't wanna give their wool
But they're perfectly okay with being eaten by a wolf
Revolution is a product they will buy it if it's sold
The underground it is polluted, the corpse is stagnant, they don't
[Verse]
Care bear bunch, I'm a fair, fair cunt
Passenger rappers never pay fare once
Hate fake fucks who just claim great worth
But do nothing with words cos they ain't verbs
See I'm PuKe King cunt, my whole name is one
I show a lot of hate, but my whole aim is love
It's hard to show that when every day it's stuff
Like Sam Curtis I hear, and you play it. Dumb
You or him? you decide that
But don't compare me with fannies like that
I spend a lot time making sure I'm not shite man
When I started I was, it takes a lot of time man
Go ahead and play me like I'm famous
The sweeter your words, the more I can't take it
The more I can't deny that I might be great
And the way that it grows, it just might be fate
See I'm walking the line between fail and succeed
Depression, conquered, my only enemy, me
I did it myself, but now I've got my team see
Defeat I? unlikely, but you'll never defeat we
So retreat please, man, I love to do this
I'd be lost in the world, without Lost In The World
And that's the truth, Sick's nothing without his music
Singing Hey Jude while I skewer a Judas
I'm a mess I uh, Sick's a Messiah
Saved myself, from myself, I'm a blessed liar
I'm a stressed fighter never out for the count
Never out on the town, but I bow to the crowds
Get a clought in the mouth, never out for a bout
Being sick in a stall once the vodka is downed
Just cos Thomas is down, screaming "get the fuck up"
Vomit up an Encore, yeah it's Never Enough
[Hook]
They want shepards in their fields but they don't wanna give their wool
But they're perfectly okay with being eaten by a wolf
Revolution is a product they will buy it if it's sold
The underground it is polluted, the corpse is stagnant, they don't
Know
They want shepards in their fields but they don't wanna give their wool
But they're perfectly okay with being eaten by a wolf
Revolution is a product they will buy it if it's sold
The underground it is polluted, the corpse is stagnant, they don't
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