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fatass (ft. rayzor) - sickly sid lyrics

[verse 1: sickly sid]
oh my god, sh*t has gone awry
getting ready to suit up, put on me black tie
too late to deny once you see the bull’s eye
clearing beef out the body, gotta get it bone*dry
yo ass need humbling, i’ll rap for 2 minutes
i’m sorry if i stumble, don’t put me up to the limits
sound way more human than whatever you been doing
flip*flopping and blocking, hop*scotching on sh*t*stewing
chronic onliner dropping off their daily dose
echo chamber of sheep thinking that they’re the top goats
number one method ** if you’re challenged then you ghost
overdone bid is to never show, only gloat
bunch of brick bodies thinking they earn top dollar
fresh blood in a sea of wolves held by a collar
nasty mothaf*ckas don’t know how to make friends
but if their art is good, then you with them until the end!
yo, i know a motherf*cker who’s got skeletons in the closet
but i can’t let people know cuz they’re the one giving me profit
all your friends had trouble with you, sat down and listened
at first respected that, later said that you were imprisoned
saying “i got better, smarter friends than you, finally!”
you stupid as f*ck, you went from family to a rivalry
vitally, you could’ve set the sh*t right privately
said “address me up front” but you made your decision silently
what a get*up, it’s time to f*cking grow up
preaching about sh*t but whatever your name’s on doesn’t turn up
saying you got the answers for the oh*so fledgling industry
but you can’t figure out the right notes for your f*cking symphony
ain’t gonna make it, zero sense for complicity
your biggest idol groomed kids and is filled with bigotry
closing your eyes and you see your name next to other g*niuses, giddily
makin’ the same sh*t that you hate and won’t be doing it willfully
[verse 2: rayzor]
willfully, not spiritually, i do it all miracly
but last i checked, your ass was getting caught lacking physically
and now your down, locked up in the mental
your cranium got f*cked up and you’re fed up
you’re talking all this fly sh*t, but you can’t finish a tape
calling it quits, can’t commit, best believe you’re sick
last i heard, you got beat by your mama
lost that fight in her own choke*hold, sucka
and i ain’t forget how you 180’d so fast
needing a new sensei, this man’s an outcast
the mighty 57, d, all bow down please
to this fool who gets down on his f*cking knees
you said you wasn’t b*tch made, word?
well how the f*ck you get packed by your f*cking maid, nerd
your own conglomerate
the one you can’t stand, the one you don’t have tolerance for
the one that beats you up like kor
the one that makes you feel poor and treats you like you’re 4
and keep up in this rat race
while i keep making beats that’ll leave your album up in last place
but i ain’t done yet, i got more to say
let me tell bout a b*tch that gets no play
homie living in a dream
gets more wicked than the feds, a fantasy it all seems
buddy lighter than a breeze, a real easy lagger with no st**z
a friend or foe kind of thing
but i’ll just tell him to jump in the pool
cuz in reality, he’s just a fool
(you want big money, kidnap that fool)
i got this motherf*cker saying one thing, i put (holes in your jeep)
keep playin cuz i know you’re just a fool
(you want big money, kidnap that fool)
(get up off them godd*mn, diamonds)
now back to the story, the plot at hand
all these suckers talking bout going nowhere with no plan
keep carrying these fake tools
and in due time, it will show who you really are truly
but it’s a pitiful shame how they let a duck and a breeze of wind get so much f*cking fame
walking like they top dog security
get a real job and prove your superiority
but for now, i’ma leave it at that
cuz eventually you two will learn that you’re both fat
4pe, 4 pockets empty
man, go get some b*tches, please
i’ve never seen it this bad
bros before hoes right? it’s just f*cking sad
to watch my homies fall
now i got to go talk to god, like it’s my call

- sickly sid lyrics

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