Yelling At Cats feat. Sickness - Sick Kittens | Текст песни

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[Yelling At Cats]

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 the dice for ice, that’s nice money
These cats’re 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

[Hook]

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 soul soar underneath the floor

I’m a sick kitten
I’m a sick kitten

[Sickness]

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 misguided, majority 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

[Hook] x2