Re Your Brains - Live 2014

Original artist: https://soundcloud.com/yellingatcats

Lyrics: 
I’m a sick cynic, no clinic can ever cure this cold
These bootlick limerick rappers young and old don’t speak passion, it’s cars, swag, fashion, and gold
They speak not for themselves, they let their soul be sold
They’ve been told and fed lies so their ego could burst
Expecting nothing but good and not preparing for the worst
Every verse and curse that shit they spit and rehearsed
Quenched their lust for the fame, but left unquenchable thirst
expecting to be first in a message of 420:
Greed, weed, roll dice for ice, that’s nice money
These cats are whack and every track is funny
I guess it’s true when you say, "You get more flies with honey"
I guess it’s true, these cats use every lie and trick, and abuse and cartoon 
this little rap gimmick
They quickly pick a click and attempt to be slick, and if I’m ill for hating this then I’d rather be sick!

(Chorus)
I’m a sick kitten, every written bar’s a curse
I try to get better but end up worse and worse
Everything I dispense every rhyme and verse leaves me tense, riddled up and mind perverse
I'm a sick kitten and I only want more
I'm the aftermath of every sin my father bored
Scourge of the lore, my ancestor’s stored
Hell-bound souls soar underneath the floor
 
I’m a sick kitten
I’m a sick kitten

I'm the weak-willed worm antidotes can't purge
The burn that I feel giving into the urge
I yearn for what's real but guilt start to surge quick
Blood like an oil spill inside of my head's Sick
Sick and misguidedmajority dark side
In it is confided the lore of ill archives
Finite and scarred, my heart's like bark hide, and grace is a far cry I failed from the start
I don't really care why things happened this way, yearly elected captain of the Faggot Brigade
And I've had it today, I don't care what they say, I'd rather be a real failure than fakely,  okay?
I'm the necro with a habit of encountering graveyards
Hit the rich crypts like my dick was a radar
Bitches start to flock ‘cause they know that I pay hard
I'm chillin’ at the top while you're stuck at a gay bar

I’m a sick kitten, every written bar’s a curse
I try to get better but end up worse and worse
Everything I dispense every rhyme and verse leaves me tense, riddled up and mind perverse
I'm a sick kitten and I only want more
I'm the aftermath of every sin my father bored
Scourge of the lore, my ancestor’s stored
Hell-bound souls soar underneath the floor
 
I’m a sick kitten
I’m a sick kitten

I’m a sick kitten, every written bar’s a curse
I try to get better but end up worse and worse
Everything I dispense every rhyme and verse leaves me tense, riddled up and mind perverse...

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