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sick - claas lyrics

[verse 1: claas]
yo!
hear the thunder boom (thunder boom), lightning hit the ground with the big crack (blow)
c*ck back, swing hard with the big bat (yeah!)
sick tracks, k!ll all with the cl!ck clack (ha!)
ain’t even gotta spit fast when i spit facts (nah!)
got a knack, i attack, i’m a riffraff (yeah!)
y’all really want me to go mad?
go bad on these n*ggas like i go nads?
and i ain’t even gotta show sack, y’all know that
clizzle’s the definition of throwback, mitch*ll
and that’s why y’all flow whack (ha!)
i’m the big bang, the world’ll go black
story of the year, turn the page (turn the page)
ice age with a slight bit of rage
gorilla in a cage taking aim at a rampage
insane and engaged with my membranes
locked, loaded, and ready to shoot first
dry mouth got a thirst to put bodies all in a he*rs*
draggin’ bodies through the dirt while they’re screaming at me, it hurts
peter gabriel with the sledgehammer ’til they burst (yeah!) i’m the king, b*tch
long term in this motherf*cking scene, b*tch
others come and go but y’all ain’t ever seeing me switch
i’ma keep it me and throw these middles up for free sh*t
jesus couldn’t even touch my g*nius (nah!)
get these b*tches riding all up on my p*n*s (haha!)
so listen motherf*ckers ’cause i mean this
sick gang, b*tch, you know who the team is
i’m a f*cking veteran and b*tch i keep it moving, do it better than
these other motherf*ckers here, they severance
ghost sh*t, nah, i leave ’em all irrelevance
guess the bear f*ckin’ all y’all like the revenant
[chorus: claas]
yeah! this sh*t is sick, b*tch (sick, b*tch)
pick the phone up, you know who to call (sick gang)
sick gang! nailing motherf*ckers to the wall
halt! y’all don’t really want it with the squad (naw!)
murder everything until it’s f*cking gone (yah!)
middles up, we’ve been known to k!ll ’em all (let’s go!)
this sh*t is sick, b*tch (sick, b*tch)
pick the phone up, you know who to call (sick gang)
sick gang! nailing motherf*ckers to the wall
halt! y’all don’t really want it with the squad (naw!)
murder everything until it’s f*cking gone (yah!)
middles up, we’ve been known to k!ll ’em all (let’s go!)

[verse 2: dieabolik the monster]
claas told me to k!ll it, so i’m leaving the track lifeless
sn*tch you out the booth, i’m revoking your rap license (haha!)
and f*ck a battle, i’ll start with the next crisis
terroristic mentality, brutality or isis
death to a hater, i’m bombing the opposition
and leaving the rigor mortis to rapid decomposition
stuffed with fat and i’m like trapper, i slaughter the competition (hahaha, f*ck around in the dark ’cause you went missing)
i f*ck a weapon with i crippled artillery
big blood like emails (haha, hi hillary)
this new information may not be significant so let’s get it out (bye hillary)
gang sh*t, gore hop, this that sick music (sick)
it’s that grab a f*cking bat and beat your b*tch to it (oh, h*ll no)
[interlude: dieabolik the monster]
that went too far, bro. i don’t really beat b*tches. my bad. i don’t beat b*tches bro

[chorus: claas]
yeah! this sh*t is sick, b*tch (sick, b*tch)
pick the phone up, you know who to call (sick gang)
sick gang! nailing motherf*ckers to the wall (sick!)
halt! y’all don’t really want it with the squad (naw!)
murder everything until it’s f*cking gone (yah!)
middles up, we’ve been known to k!ll ’em all (let’s go!)
this sh*t is sick, b*tch (sick, b*tch)
pick the phone up, you know who to call (sick gang)
sick gang! nailing motherf*ckers to the wall
halt! y’all don’t really want it with the squad (naw!)
murder everything until it’s f*cking gone (yah!)
middles up, we’ve been known to k!ll ’em all (let’s go!)

[verse 3: don orias]
i’m ’bout to purge again
i can feel the hate inside my body surfacing
yeah! stabbing competition when i flow
go and shove a pole through the middle like a circus tent
and i’m vicious, catch a body up in texas
bag it up and dump it off down in memphis
change your name on some pritch sh*t (yeah!)
burn the car and body wherever their fingerprints is
i put a shovel on your neck and jump on that b*tch like a pogo stick
y’all keep talking sh*t, that’s what your hoe gon’ get
yeah, bearded dragon baby, y’all komodo sh*t
y’all bozos, i put your body in a barrel like our logo
then f*ck your b*tch with a knife on the gopro
i’ve been up ten straight on nodoz or was it coco? i don’t know (haha)
i got a sick f*cking gang i’ma bring along (yah)
in the hook on this b*tch i can sing along
i was spitting ammunition like the vietcong
b*tch, i’m jumping with the chains like sp*wn
yeah, we done get it on, got wolverine claws
the bear running with these murder team dogs
murder three off with that hercules toss
hurtin’ me, now y’all in surgery clothes
like uhh! i’ma cut ’em up a little bit
y’all f*cking with the game and you an idiot
i shoot ’em like a cowboy, runnin’ up the middle like i’m emmitt smith
scalp ’em like an indian
cutting out the middle man, cut ’em with the instrument
you starting up this sh*t but now i’m ending it
put your f*cking murder on the internet and make it go viral
or they see a scarred mask, blacked out eyeb*lls (uhh!)

- claas lyrics

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