- Votes:
- Composer:
- Benjamin Drew
 
- Genres:
- Hip-Hop
 
- Tags:
- british
- british rap
- rap
- sad
 
- See also:
Plan B - Sick 2 Def lyrics
C-c-check, yo
 Real sick hearing these pricks talk shit
 They get there throats slit 'coz they talkin' to me like I'm thick
 And I'm real tired of these bullshit guys
 They best go, hide 'coz I'm lookin' for 'em on the sly
 'Coz I've had it up to here, right up to here
 Might ave to do it reservoir dogs style slice of their ear
 'Coz I've had enuff of bredders actin' tough, tryin' ta get rough
 When its obvious they ain't rough enuff, listen
 I don't just talk the talk, I walk it
 That's why my mouth's always comin' out with raw shit
 My rap style's distorted like lil' mo getting rapped
 And keepin' the baby instead of gettin' it aborted
 Yo, I talk morbid just to make you feel awkward
 Deaths a part of life, yo, you just cant ignore it
 Especially when I rip out your heart and on my sleeve sport it like
 Somethin' you feel precious 'coz ya dead gran bought it
 I talk so foul, I talk so course, I show no regret
 I show no remorse like a necromanic raping a corpse
 Up the anal passage while contracting genital warts
 My metaphor's are twisted like that game
 Where you gotta put that hob nob in ya gob
 If you the last one to come on the biscuit
 I'm so sadistic so I fantasize about finding
 My mums ex floating in a bath tub with his wrists slit
 And I'm real sick hearing these pricks talk shit
 They get there throats slit 'coz they talkin' to me like I'm thick
 And I'm real tired of these bullshit guys
 They best go, hide 'coz I'm lookin' for 'em on the sly
 I've had it up to here, right up to here
 Might ave to do it reservoir dogs style slice of their ear
 'Coz I've had enuff of bredders actin' tough, tryin' ta get rough
 When its obvious they ain't rough enuff
 You best buy a TV if you want me to stop
 'Coz I'm so heavy influenced by the things that I watch
 It ain't just 'Pulp Fiction' and 'Reservoir Dogs'
 It's irreversible, there's my 'City Of God'
 It's the news on every channel when I turn on the box
 It seems Pedophiles singing on top of the pops
 Garry glitter, Michael Mish-a-walk
 On the net ken bigley got his neck tek off
 That's some nasty shit and still you wonder why I'm sick
 When I see this shit and I say exactly what I think
 That's some nasty shit and you don't ban it
 But you ban computer games, somethin' 'round here really stinks
 What about cigarettes and alcoholic drinks?
 Or the animal that died just so your wife could wear that mink
 Your disgraceful like gettin' caught, pissin' in the sink
 A white girl wont suck my dick just because its pink
 And I'm real sick hearing these pricks talk shit
 They get there throats slit 'coz they talkin' to me like I'm thick
 And I'm real tired of these bullshit guys
 They best go, hide 'coz I'm lookin' for 'em on the sly
 Had it up to here, right up to herePlan B - Sick 2 Def - http://motolyrics.com/plan-b/sick-2-def-lyrics.html
 Might ave to do it reservoir dogs style slice of their ear
 'Coz I've had enuff of bredders actin' tough, tryin' ta get rough
 When its obvious they ain't rough enuff
 Check it, the last verse is just as bad as the first
 Compared to the second, yo, it's definitely worse
 'Coz this is about a guy getting chauffeured in a hurst
 Let me do what Nas did and tell that shit in reverse
 The hirst brings the corpse back to the morgue
 The guy from the morgue undresses the corpse
 Embalming fluid goes back out, the blood goes back in
 Body goes back to hospital where it comes alive again
 The paramedics walk backwards like an Irish dance
 Put the wounded man back in the ambulance
 The ambulances engine turns back on
 And its lights flash as it plays his favorite song
 The guy goes back to the exact spot where they found him
 And the medics and and all the passers by go back
 Where they came from till eventually
 No one surrounds him and the blood pours up him
 Rather than down him
 The man then falls upwards back on his feet
 Stumbles towards a dark figure on the other side of the street
 He walks into the blade that cut his belly
 Then he holds his neck which was bleeding already
 He removes his hand so you can see the cut
 And as the knife undoes the slice, it closes back up
 He unsays the words he said which were, 'What the fuck'
 And unscreams the scream from the first initial cut
 Then the blood from he severely severed ear
 Crawls back up his cheek and slowly disappears
 As the knife wielding silhouette unhacks it from the rear
 Puts the knife away after reattaching the ear
 Then walks backwards thought the bushes
 Where he's disregarded nature
 Who's the guy on the bench, I'm reading his paper
 Takes the snail he stepped on back from its creator
 Only to be killed again when I fast forward this shit later
 Back in his house now back in his bed
 He un-listens to a CD and un-bops his head
 Take's the CD out the player and puts it back in its case
 Which has my name on the cover along with my face
 Fast forward, there's been a murder
 And the police know who's done it
 Not lookin' for a motive 'coz they don't know why he done it
 Sure enough it don't take that long for them to find a reason
 And they publicly state it on TV that evening
 A couple of months later, this shit gets banned
 Like it was me who put that switch in his hand
 And told him to kill that man
 Like this whole song was just some kinda sickly devised plan
 To hurt some poor cunt I don't even know
 And I've never met before in my life
 The words whoever said, "The pen is mightier than the sword"
 Was right and you better think twice
 Before you step to me and pick a fight













