(Chorus)
[Murdaman 702]
I'm so sick wit it with bitch I'm on that murda rap tip
fuck with me bitch I'll fatten that lip
I'll unload my clip inside your head
i'll hit you from afar with the infrared
'cause I'm sick with this shit I'm sick wit it bitch
I'm so fuckin sick I'd fuck a dead bitch
Yeah I said that shit I'ma straight lunatic
sick wit it bitch yeah I'm so fuckin sick

[Murdaman 702]
stalkin' in the night I'm coming for the kill
I 'bout to get excited about the blood I'ma spill
I wanna spilt your neck cut your wrist & the tits
I'm 'bout it bitch I love the shit
I wanna hear your scream I wanna feel you shake
My wet dream i wanna throw you in a lake 
I won't hesitate I straight kill a bitch
I'll watch her twitch & throw her in a ditch
then after this you'll get hit like a bitch on the bus
you can scream you can cuss you can cry you can fuss
murder is a must in violence I trust
my gats I bust leave you in the dust
I could be waiting for you in your your basement
or I could do it outside & make you eat pavement
end of the day bitch it really don't matter
memories of you gonna cause my laughter

[VECT]
your suicide attempts are funny when ya cut away like Family Guy
like Stewie it's like they only hear me maybe half the time
headbang you with a crowbar call that death metal
the voices in my mind told me to tell you they said "HELLO!"
like no bathroom take no shit I'll rape ya bitch, rape ya mom
shocking like electrotherapy it doesn't make me calm
got you a columbian necktie to go with your new suit
take 1 hell of dirt nap while it grows in new roots 
so sick wit it it's ridiculous risikulous like a slit to wrist
live wit it or don't listen bitch russian roulette cuz life is hit or miss 
razorblade symphonies on ya spill the blood
make it run to the top like an athlete fill the cup
I just snapped like a pencil for what's drawn in my mind
it's black as all night & gone like the light
fuck what ya telling me I spell it out like a spelling bee
I go Goodfella, felony, melodic horror is my melody

[Payaso]
I'm a mass murder lunatic & I'm sicker than sick
2 girls & 1 cup aint got nothing up on me & my clique 
I run up in your house wit a chainsaw steady I cut your brains raw
spill blood & cartilege, bone fragments, brain matter up all over the wall
leave your body decapitated in a trash bag sealed with duct tape
throw your body in the trunk got a 5th of whiskey then I drive to the lake
but on the way get sidetracked as I swerve & take a detour
to your baby's mama's house throw you up on the steps then I knock on the door
jump up in the bushes wait for her to open up the trash bag
seen the look on her face as I slide up on my gas mask
make my presence known she's says I'm a sick individual
& invites me to the house wants to show me something subliminal
walk into the house she shuts the door & then gets naked
& she offering the pussy I aint even gotta rape it
as she's sucking on the dick she says that I'm a disgrace
as she stabs my stomach grabs a gun & shoots me in the face

[Guilty]
yeah I'm sicker than the swine flu rotten like a corpse zombie
made flesh eater chewing necks no remorse
yeah you got me on the news like I'm doing bath salts
walking dead try to kill me slug full of salt rocks
I got a hole in my head hole to the maggots
take a life rip & stab it steady killing all you faggots
got your bitch on my dick I'ma keep her yeah I need her
if I ever get hungry spread her legs & then I eat her
might chew it through yeah I get a little excited
she tried to block it out so yeah I'm chewing off her eye lids
witness pure evil call me Satan at his finest
while you crying aint no use blood drippin' got you dyin'
I'ma stay sick, I'ma keep it evil, chewing flesh call me cannibal loving people
shut the fuck up you in the presence of a killer
Guilty of that 505 real blood spiller, lunatic

14. Sick Wit It (Ft. Payaso, MurdaMan702, & Guilty)

On and on the blood begins to spill
I'll forever hate you
On and on my blood begins to chill
I'll forever hate you
On and on the blood begins to spill
I'll forever hate you
On and on my blood begins to chill
I'll forever hate you

Waiting, breathing, seething
For this time
Waiting, breathing, killing
All my time

Fortunes escape me
Torture me for my crimes
Peek through those pretty eyes
Every time they cut me down to size
Place your blame
'Cause all is lost in this silly game

All for you, and nothing for me
All for you, and nothing's for free
'Cause I'm lost again, broken instead
Lost in my head, everything you said to me
Killed me
I'm not free, I'm suffering

Fortunes escape me
Torture me for my crimes
Peek through those pretty eyes
Every time they cut me down to size
Place your blame
'Cause all is lost in this silly game
Place your blame
'Cause all is lost in this silly game

All for me, and nothing for you
All for me, there's nothing left of you
'Cause it's killing time, I've lost my mind
I've gone insane, I've got no brain
I'm losing touch, 'cause everyone lies to me
'Cause nothing's for free

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Icon (V.A.C. cover) (Prod. Jared Daniels)

Satirical, dark, deep, profound intellVECTual music & comedy.

14. Sick Wit It (Ft. Payaso, MurdaMan702, & Guilty)

VECT

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