Ashnikko – You Make Me Sick!

Ashnikko – You Make Me Sick!

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[Chorus]

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

[Verse 1]
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
[Pre-Chorus]
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

[Chorus]
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!)

[Verse 2]
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

[Pre-Chorus]
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[Chorus]
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)