Apathy - Sick Lunatic lyrics
[Apathy - Sick Lunatic lyrics]
I be the sick lunatic with the devilish poem
From the mist of the darkness
I come with this
I be the sick lunatic with the devilish poem
From the mist of the darkness
I come with this
This is my theme music
Devils go to sleep and have dreams to it
A green fluid that leaks in your
Brain like the beat's sewage
The newest ninja turtle
My verbals are like crop circles
The language of an alien life
Form who cops purple the perfect flow
Pocket like a pilot in a cockpit
Whose firing rockets of violent
Offing some pilin
Hostages bodies and homemade coffins
I got a vile of toxins
Send you flying through the
Air like Mary Poppins
Y'all are barely popping
I'm a grizzly bear chomping
Through your epidermis, F your workers
Effortless verses ap is perfect
Overload the circuit's in your iPhone
The Silver Surfer
Murder every universe where I roam
The rose colored
Blood flooded rooms like Redrum
My flow's novocaine, blow your brain
Leave your head numb the psychopathic
Writing magic words like holy Shaman
I leave your homie watching while I
Throw you in a coffin
I be the sick lunatic with the devilish poem
From the mist of the darkness
I come with this
I be the sick lunatic with the devilish poem
From the mist of the darkness
I come with this
I be the sick lunatic with the devilish poem
From the mist of the darkness
I come with this
I be the sick lunatic with the devilish poem
From the mist of the darkness
I come with this i be the
I shit out shitters
Shake Richters and ricochet
Bullets that'll have you stepping quicker
Than Kid 'n Play my missiles slay little gay
Rappers who exist today
Fist'll rock, pistol pop
Darkness will eclipse your block
Bitches stop dead in they tracks to
Go and get a cop get a job, get involved
Fuck with me and get dissolved
Problem solved, gun revolved
Caveman who can't evolve molotov cocktails
Burnin' servants of the cloth
Back 'em off, blast 'em off
Deep as Isaac Asimov
Kalashnikov, Ap is off meds
Takin' off your heads
Shatter backs like Shaq
Backboards in basketball
Scatter brain, addict of Ativan and Adderall
Add 'em up
Body count shows that I'm bad as fuck
A Baseball Furie in battle yellin'
"Batter up" a bitter cynic
Spit acidic verses that'll hit a critic
Harder than Riddick did it, admit it
Y'all are on the di-dick
I be the sick lunatic with the devilish poem
From the mist of the darkness
I come with this
I be the sick lunatic with the devilish poem
From the mist of the darkness
I come with this
I be the sick lunatic with the devilish poem
From the mist of the darkness
I come with this
I be the sick lunatic with the devilish poem
From the mist of the darkness
I come with this
From the mist of the darkness
I come with this
I be the sick lunatic with the devilish poem
From the mist of the darkness
I come with this
This is my theme music
Devils go to sleep and have dreams to it
A green fluid that leaks in your
Brain like the beat's sewage
The newest ninja turtle
My verbals are like crop circles
The language of an alien life
Form who cops purple the perfect flow
Pocket like a pilot in a cockpit
Whose firing rockets of violent
Offing some pilin
Hostages bodies and homemade coffins
I got a vile of toxins
Send you flying through the
Air like Mary Poppins
Y'all are barely popping
I'm a grizzly bear chomping
Through your epidermis, F your workers
Effortless verses ap is perfect
Overload the circuit's in your iPhone
The Silver Surfer
Murder every universe where I roam
The rose colored
Blood flooded rooms like Redrum
My flow's novocaine, blow your brain
Leave your head numb the psychopathic
Writing magic words like holy Shaman
I leave your homie watching while I
Throw you in a coffin
I be the sick lunatic with the devilish poem
From the mist of the darkness
I come with this
I be the sick lunatic with the devilish poem
From the mist of the darkness
I come with this
I be the sick lunatic with the devilish poem
From the mist of the darkness
I come with this
I be the sick lunatic with the devilish poem
From the mist of the darkness
I come with this i be the
I shit out shitters
Shake Richters and ricochet
Bullets that'll have you stepping quicker
Than Kid 'n Play my missiles slay little gay
Rappers who exist today
Fist'll rock, pistol pop
Darkness will eclipse your block
Bitches stop dead in they tracks to
Go and get a cop get a job, get involved
Fuck with me and get dissolved
Problem solved, gun revolved
Caveman who can't evolve molotov cocktails
Burnin' servants of the cloth
Back 'em off, blast 'em off
Deep as Isaac Asimov
Kalashnikov, Ap is off meds
Takin' off your heads
Shatter backs like Shaq
Backboards in basketball
Scatter brain, addict of Ativan and Adderall
Add 'em up
Body count shows that I'm bad as fuck
A Baseball Furie in battle yellin'
"Batter up" a bitter cynic
Spit acidic verses that'll hit a critic
Harder than Riddick did it, admit it
Y'all are on the di-dick
I be the sick lunatic with the devilish poem
From the mist of the darkness
I come with this
I be the sick lunatic with the devilish poem
From the mist of the darkness
I come with this
I be the sick lunatic with the devilish poem
From the mist of the darkness
I come with this
I be the sick lunatic with the devilish poem
From the mist of the darkness
I come with this