Plan B - Sick 2 Def lyrics

Cause, I'm real sick hearing
These pricks talk shit
They'll get their throats slit cause they're
Talking to me like I'm thick
And I'm real tired of 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
Trying to get rough when it's
Obvious they ain't rough enough

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
And on my sleeve sport it
Like something you think is precious 'cos
Your dead gran bought it
I talk so foul I talk so coarse i
Show no regret I show no remorse
Like a necromanic raping a corpse up the
Anal passage while contracting genital warts
My metaphors are twisted
Like that game where you've got to
Put that Hob-Nob in your gob
If you're the last one to come on the biscuit
I'm so sadistic so I fantasise
About finding my Mum's
Ex floating in a bathtub with his wrists slit


You best ban TV if you want me to stop
'Cos I'm so heavily influenced by
The things that I watch
It ain't just 'Pulp Fiction'
And 'Reservoir Dogs'
It's 'Irréversible', 'Baise-Moi'
'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
On the net Ken Bigley got his neck took 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 mink
You're disgraceful like getting caught
Pissing in the sink
A white girl won't suck my
Dick just because it's pink

The last verse is just as bad as the first
But compared to the second, yo
It's definitely worse
'Cos this is about a guy
Getting chauffeured in a hearse
Let me do what Nas did and
Tell this shit in reverse
The hearse brings the corpse
Back to 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 medics walk backwards like an Irish dance
Then put the wounded man
Back in the ambulance
The ambulance's engine turns back
On and his lights
Flash as the siren plays his favourite song
The guy goes back to the exact
Spot they found him and the
Medics and all the passers-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 hand 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 crawls
Back up his cheek and slowly disappears
As the knife-wielding silhouette unhacks
It from the rear
Puts the knife away after reattaching the ear
Then walks backwards thought the bushes
Where he's just regarding nature
Leaves the guy on a
Bench un-reading his paper
Takes the snail he stepped on
Back from it's creator
Only to be killed again when
I fast-forward this shit later
Back in his house now back in his bed
He un-listens to a CD and un-bops his head
Takes the CD out the player and
Puts it back in it's case
Which has my name on the
Cover along with my face
Fast-forward there's been a murder and the
Police know who done it
They're looking for a motive 'cos they
Don't know why he done it
Sure enough it don't take that long
For them to find a
Reason and they publicly state it
On TV that evening a couple of 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 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
Who it was whoever said 'the pen is
Mightier than the sword' was right so
You'd better think twice before you step
To me and pick a fight