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Sick For No Reason Lyrics

[Coughing]
I don't know what's wrong with me man
I don't know doc I... [coughing]
I been feeling like this all my life
[Chorus: x2]
They know I keep fire breathing till the people start leaving
Got'cha congridation beating I get mad agged even
Cause I'm sick for no reason, sick for no reason
Sick for no reason, sick for no reason

[Verse 1:]
I don't drink Moscato or play the lotto
I be the Desperato on the quest to mob and murder El Deablo
I hope and wish you overdose on stupid and approach this
I'll sqiush you till you look like floatin' resadue in a soap dish
While you still breathe they'll grieve you
My hand gripped to be wickened femble in front of the jaws of life couldn't free you
You see you better learn the ropes fast
Before I hide you like a dopestash and they find you in remote grass with'cha prokslash
r*****ed school is where they'll put through
I stuck my shoes through 20 fools last two any hours in a good mood
Smack ya just for try'na look rude
Then I grind you up into an unrecognizable pile of human wolf food
A million correspond from one singular proton
s***ecraft speed in a slow run, pistol whip you with no gun
I hate em all how could they possibly love me
They wanna probably shove me in a CD-ROm and dub three copies of me
[Chorus x2]

[Verse 2:]
Forgive me if I hadn't played the set
But some guy had made a bet that I couldn't take one steal playing create-a-jet
I'm fast as a wild rabbit, the labyrith style magnet
With the 79 mile-high mental file cabinet
Soon as your solo drop, I'm a switch ya head out with a comatose top
Literally real life version of Photoshop
Shake ya till you bust like a soda pop
The bowls I throw knock building over like King Kong doing a Robocop
I terrorize you through the year, remove your ear as a souvenir
Dudes listen to my music wearing scubagear
The greatest books from top to bottom I read
Sometimes I wear my skull on the outside of my head
How many prodos can you fly through?
My IQ pass right by you I ride on skyhigh frisbees that I threw (woo)
See you don't wanna see the rap repo with grim features
Reach for your bottom teeth and pull em out like gym bleachers
[Chorus x2]

[Verse 3:]
If you live too far to see me live
You can catch my 3D homicides next Friday check the Martian TV guide
Too crazy to be denied my pen is morbid
Rapper's DNA deposits found on every gourmet in my linen closet
Turn the heat up; let's see how high his fever run
I'm yet to meet a dude like me, hell I ain't even won
My physics extrode my flows and his soul
Is like putting a killer whale into a goldfish bowl
Now we must fight, your lyrical pistol don't even bust right
Mine can shoot from 9 hundred miles and strike a dust b***
I tack hartlage with sparks hit from the cartridge
My bottom jaw is a sharp ridge, one ton Draw Bridge
We the lifelong grudge men who love wins
My verse recorded cleanly with the mic not even plugged in
I gain facts and attack you with snaps
That make the brain crack pull insane acts like strapping whack warp fold into train tracks
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The Day Of The Storm (2011)
The Day Of The Storm Intro Trouble Road Ready To Ride I Miss Be Careful Let It Burn Universal Author Flow Session Number 4 No Energy M.O.A.N. (Missed Opportunities And Negligence) Try Produced Sick For No Reason Identity Theft The Fallen King Aint Good Enough Doctor Jack Return Of The Sorcerer When The Bombs Drop Strip Down