You Make Me Sick! Lyrics – Ashnikko
You make me sick
You make me turn my insides out onto the bricks
I could never train a *** like you
Click (Click, click, click) (Woof)
You like my boots?
I could squash you like a little rotten fruit
On your jugular and leave a pretty bruise
Attitude and the booze won’t save you
You *** loser
Redmeat deadbeat, you *** tumor
Can’t believe I let your hands inside my bloomers
Better count your blessings, I got humor
Got a knife too
I call her Tilda, bet your *** ass that I’ma use her
*** user
Cokehead Cretin
Your life is a blooper
Splinter-looking ass born in a sewer
Suck a *** then I bite, I’m a chewer
Go find another *** to hoover
Count the days until you lose her
I’m mad
You *** my life up then you say, “My bad”
You don’t know your way around a ***, call you “Chad”
Throwing temper tantrums every time I got a bag
Kinda sad, little nads, I’m mad
You make me sick
You make me turn my insides out onto the bricks
I could never train a *** like you
Click (Click, click, click) (Woof)
You like my boots?
I could squash you like a little rotten fruit
On your jugular and leave a pretty bruise
Attitude and the booze won’t save you
(Mommy’s okay!)
Hello waitress, I want his head for dinner
Silver plate it, cut his tongue out first
Let’s hear him go and try and say ***
I’m abrasive? I’m a dragon
Animorph and shapeshift
Fire breathing, break ***
Brain-eating amoeba
Coming for you, I’m contagious
Ruined what was sacred
I was living good before your locusts and your plague hit
I always *** fake it
Now you’re crying and you’re shaking?
I’ll take your tears and bottle ’em and use ’em as a face mist
I’m beautiful
I’m mad
You *** my life up then you say, “My bad”
You don’t know your way around a ***, call you “Chad”
Throwing temper tantrums every time I got a bag
Kinda sad, little nads, I’m mad
You make me sick
You make me turn my insides out onto the bricks
I could never train a *** like you
Click (Click, click, click) (Woof)
