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Ashnikko - You Make Me Sick Lyrics

You Make Me Sick! Lyrics[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)

[Post-Chorus]
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
Redmeat 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)
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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?
I'll 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) 1