Sick YG - It's A Mad World [MadWorld OST] | Текст песни

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• Sick YG
• It's A Mad World [MadWorld OST]

You see my swag
Now you wanna come and give me all this drag?
I think you better fight back
Because my hand is itchin' to give you a smack
What's your name again, Jack?
It's the end of the road, there ain't no turnin' back
Don't let the fly face fool ya
Matter 'fact, it's 'bout time that I school ya

Don't worry I'm not in a hurry
I don't even wanna get my fresh gear dirty
A little birdie chirped of your flurry
Now I must nip it, or better yet, bury
Your entity, look at me while I'm talkin'
I heard you was lurkinn', or was it even stalkin'
My program thinkin' you the man in the place
Now it's 'bout time you get a hand to the face

Look Pimpin'! I ain't playin'
In a minute you gonna be layin'
On the ground I ain't messin' around
My city! My rules! My money! My town! (x2)

Brim tilted, coat quilted
Fresh to death, literally I do kill it
Blood spilleth in this game of death
Yeah, you hear the announcer, but ain't no ref'
I just kept hearin' your name too much
That's it! Now I just came to touch
Your backbone with a boot, a cane to the tooth
It don't take much, now ain't dat the troof?

My boo got a thang for you
She really likes money, but the pain will do
You can't hang, you a featherweight
I can't believe that you made it this far, it'll never take
A lotta work to make you levitate
I strike first! Don't hesitate
To populate the murder rate!
You just sealed your fate
On the holidays that'll be one less plate

Look Pimpin'! I ain't playin'
In a minute you gonna be layin'
On the ground I ain't messin' around
My city! My rules! My money! My town! (x2)

You see my swag
Now you wanna come and give me all this drag?
I think you better fight back
Because my hand is itchin' to give you a smack
What's your name again, Jack?
It's the end of the road, there ain't no turnin' back
Don't let the fly face fool ya
Matter 'fact, it's 'bout time that I school ya

Don't worry I'm not in a hurry
I don't even wanna get my fresh gear dirty
A little birdie chirped of your flurry
Now I must nip it, or better yet, bury
Your entity, look at me while I'm talkin'
I heard you was lurkinn', or was it even stalkin'
My program thinkin' you the man in the place
Now it's 'bout time you get a hand to the face

Look Pimpin'! I ain't playin'
In a minute you gonna be layin'
On the ground I ain't messin' around
My city! My rules! My money! My town! (x2)

[Thanks to Daniel Germani for lyrics]