Sick 2 Def (feat. The Earlies)

Текст песни Plan B - Sick 2 Def (feat. The Earlies)

Listen
I don't just talk the talk, I walk it
That's why my mouth's always coming out with raw shit
My rap style's distorted
Like Little Mo getting raped and keeping
The baby instead of getting it aborted
Yo, I talk morbid
Just to make you feel awkward
Death's a part of life, yo, you just can't ignore it
Especially when I rip out your heart on all my Steve sport fit
Like it's something you think's precious '
Cause your dead gran bought it
I talk so foul, I talk so coarse
I show no regret, I show no remorse
Like a necromaniac raping a corpse
Up the anal passage while contracting genital warts
My metaphors are twisted
Like that game where you gotta put the Hobnob in
Your gob if you're the last one to cum on a biscuit
I'm so sadistic
So I fantasize about finding my mum's ex
Floating in the bath tub with his wrists slit

And I'm real sick of hearing these pricks talk shit
They get their throats slit 'cause
They're talking to me like I'm thick
And I'm real tired of all these bullshit guys
They best go hide 'cause I'm looking for them on the sly
'Cause I've had it up to here, right up to here
Might have to do it Reservoir Dogs style, slice off the ear
'Cause I've had enough of bredders acting tough
Tryna get rough when it's obvious they ain't rough enough

You best buy a TV if you want me to stop
'Cause I'm so heavily influenced by the things that I watch
It ain't just Pulp Fiction and Reservoir Dogs
It's Irreversible, Bezmer and City of God
It's the news on every channel when I turn on the box
It's seeing paedophiles singing on Top of the Pops
Gary Glitter, Michael Jackson, what?
On the net, Ken Bigley got his neck tecked off
That's some nasty shit and still you wonder why I'm sick
When I see this shit and I say exactly what I think
That's some nasty shit and still you don't ban it
But you ban computer games, something 'round here really stinks
What about cigarettes and alcoholic drinks?
Or the animal that died just so your wife could wear that minks?
You're disgraceful like getting caught pissing in the sink
But white girl won't suck my dick just because it's pink

And I'm real sick of hearing these pricks talk shit
They get their throats slit 'cause
They're talking to me like I'm thick
And I'm real tired of all these bullshit guys
They best go hide 'cause I'm looking for them on the sly
'Cause I've had it up to here, right up to here
Might have to do it Reservoir Dogs style, slice off the ear
'Cause I've had enough of bredders acting tough
Tryna get rough when it's obvious they ain't rough enough

The last verse is just as bad as the first
But compared to the second, yo, it's definitely worse
'Cause it's about a guy getting chauffeured in a hearse
Let me do what Nas did and talk this shit in reverse
The hearse brings the corpse back from the morgue
The guy from the morgue undresses the corpse
Embalming fluid goes back out, the blood goes back in
Body goes back to hospital where it comes alive again
The paramedics walk backwards like an Irish dance
Put the wounded man back in the ambulance
The ambulance's engine turns back on
And its lights flash as the siren plays its favourite song
The guy goes back to the exact spot where they found him
And the medics don't go past us by, go back where they came from
'Til eventually, no one surrounds him
And the blood pours up him, rather than down him
The man then falls upwards, back on his feet
Stumbles towards a dark figure on the other side of the street
He walks into the blade that cut his belly
Then he holds his neck which was bleeding already
He removes his hands so that you can see the cut
And as the knife undoes the slice it closes back up
He unsays the words he said which were, "What the fuck?"
And unscreams the scream from the first initial cut
Then the blood from his severely severed ear
Crews back up his cheek and slowly disappears
As a knife-wielding silhouette unhacks it from the rear
Puts the knife away after reattaching the ear
He walks backwards through the bushes where he disregarded nature
Leaves the guy on the bench, I'm reading his paper
Takes his snail he stepped on back from its creator
Only to be killed again when I fast forward this shit later
Back in his house, now back in his bed
He unlistens to his CD and unbox his head
Takes his CD out the player, puts it back in his case
Chows my name on the cover, along with my face
Fast forward, there's been a murder and the police know who done it
Now they're looking for a motive 'cause they don't know why he done it
Sure enough it don't take that long for them to find the reason
And they publicly state it on TV that evening
Couple months later, this shit gets banned
Like it was me who put that switch in
His hand and told him to kill that man
Like this whole song was just some kind of sickly devised plan
To hurt some poor cunt, I don't even know
And I've never met before in my life
If it were, whoever said the pen is mightier than the sword was right
And you better think twice before you step to me and pick a fight