Sick - Vents

Sick - Vents
Yo we sick in the mainframe sick in the mental
We sick in the physical and we sick in the temple
Better give me the pencil and prescription pad
F**k talking it out give me the *** and my symptoms bad
Repetition compulsive neurosis
Instant gratification my appetite ferocious
Liver cirrhosis living is hopeless
Pharmaceutical pills that they give me to cope with
The sickness wake up feeling like s**t
Pain in my left side and I'm losing my grip
I'm short of breath but I'm sure of death
Blood clot won't stop no more regrets
I'm high strung with bad lungs and I'm diabetic
Swine fly terrified too I could get it
Got aches and pains and a lump in my throat
I'm the sickest motherf**ker you know let's go
I'm sick waking up feeling like s**t
I'm sick sick of waking up feeling like this
I'm sick in the physical sick in the mental
Sick in the spiritual and sick in the temple
I'm sick waking up feeling like s**t
I'm sick sick of waking up feeling like this
I'm sick oh sick sick
Sick of the blood
Sick of the thugs sick of wrath of the next man's grudge
Man's grudge
Yo I think I've gone mad or society's nuts
Having visions of killing myself slow anxiety sucks
Think I'm sick or I'm finally sane
They telling me to rejoice and enjoy but I'm trying to refrain
From the carcinogens and the bars and the drinks
That will mutate cells and make scars and things
From the starch and the fat the harbor heart attack
Cigarette smoke blowing in your artery tract
My suicide's methodical cutting out lump's not possible
Pathological ways to body you
Mapped out binge till I black out
Purge till I'm done with the germs then I'm heading back out
Tell me how do you want it
Take it in the bowels or the stomach
Coughing up blood sound demonic
And they found out it's chronic
Hard time trying to breathe
Six weeks and it's time to leave
I'm sick waking up feeling like s**t
I'm sick sick of waking up feeling like this
I'm sick in the physical sick in the mental
Sick in the spiritual and sick in the temple
I'm sick waking up feeling like s**t
I'm sick sick of waking up feeling like this
I'm sick oh sick sick
Sick of the blood
Sick of the thugs sick of wrath of the next man's grudge
Man's grudge
Yo waking up sick every day I think something is up
Cultivate multiply cells in your chest running amok
Lumps in your breast haemorrhage flesh
Poor appetite losing weight fast like mega depressed
You're fatigued and your lymph nodes bleed deep purple
Bones hurt no shirt look at Steve Urkel
I'm locked in a hospital bed in proverbial chains
Dying for my sins worthy of praise
Holidays in the sun got a chronic disease
Pathological fun got lost in the seas
Of excess self medicating the stress
Now bleed from the ulcer finger on the pulse
Of a sick planet with a smack habit
Selling off sheep to the wolves and the f**king pack's rapid
I mutate cells then mutilate self with a vendetta
Life don't get no better
I'm sick waking up feeling like s**t
I'm sick sick of waking up feeling like this
I'm sick in the physical sick in the mental
Sick in the spiritual and sick in the temple
I'm sick waking up feeling like s**t
I'm sick sick of waking up feeling like this
I'm sick oh sick sick
Sick of the blood
Sick of the thugs sick of wrath of the next man's grudge
I'm sick
Gggg got me sick
I'm sick I'm sick
Got got me sick
I'm sick I'm sick
Ggggg got me sick
Got got got me
Gg got me
I'm sick I'm sick
Got got me
I'm sick I'm sick
Got got me
I'm sick I'm sick
Sick sick sick
Sick sick sick
Sick sick sick
Sick sick sick