Paroles de la chanson You Make Me Sick! par Ashnikko

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You make me sick
You make me turn my insides out onto the bricks
I could never train a bitch like you
Click, c-c-click, c-c-click, click (Woof)
You like my boots?
I could squash you like a little rotten fruit
On your jugular and leave a pretty bruise
Attitude and the booze won't save you

You fucking loser
Red meat deadbeat, you fucking tumor
Can't believe I let your hands inside my bloomers
Better count your blessings, I got humor
Got a knife too, I call her Tilda
Bet your fucking ass that I'ma use her
Fucking user

Cokehead cretin, your life is a blooper
Splinter-looking ass born in a sewer
Suck a dick then I bite, I'm a chewer
Go find another bitch to hoover
Count the days until you lose her

I'm mad
You fuck my life up then you say, "My bad"
You don't know your way around a pussy, call you "Chad"
Throwing temper tantrums every time I got a bag
Kinda sad, little nads, I'm mad

You make me sick
You make me turn my insides out onto the bricks
I could never train a bitch like you
Click, c-c-click, c-c-click, click (Woof)
You like my boots?

I could squash you like a little rotten fruit
On your jugular and leave a pretty bruise
Attitude and the booze won't save you
(Mommy's okay!)

Hello waitress
I want his head for dinner, silver plate it
Cut his tongue out first, let's hear him go and try and say shit
I'm abrasive?
I'm a dragon, animorph and shapeshift
Fire breathing, break shit
Brain-eating amoeba, coming for you, I'm contagious
Ruined what was sacred
I was living good before your locusts and your plague hit
I always fucking fake it

Now you're crying and you're shaking?
Take your tears and bottle 'em and use 'em as a face mist
I'm beautiful

I'm mad
You fuck my life up then you say, "My bad"
You don't know your way around a pussy, call you "Chad"
Throwing temper tantrums every time I got a bag
Kinda sad, little nads, I'm mad

You make me sick
You make me turn my insides out onto the bricks
I could never train a bitch like you
Click, c-c-click, c-c-click, click (Woof)

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