You Make Me Sick!

You make me sick
You make me turn my insides out onto the bricks
I could never train a bitch like you
Click (click, 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
Cokehеad cretin
Your life is a blooper
Splintеr-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 (click, 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 shape-shift
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?
I'll 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 (click, click, click) (woof)