Sick To My Stomach

[Hook x4: Ian] I’m sick to my stomach So sick to my stomach My stomach I need some help [Verse 1: Ian] What you know about those bodies in my basement? I could leave you faceless, tie you to the pipes and strip you naked Welcome to my horror story, kids it’s full of hatred Wondering if you’ll live or die I’m telling you that you will die tonight Look in my eyes, I’m hearing her cries I’m keeping a cage for her sacrifice Better run when I got redrum in my system, and a butcher knife Why would you try to kill me? Are you out your mind? Rip out your spine, collecting bones for my regime Breathin' like there was a difference when I was killin' And knowin' no witness could ever stomach this Sickness when I get like this, I’m a fuckin' lunatic That pistol whips his dick and watches old ladies scissoring And he’s fuckin' doing it and I’m losing it I’m hopin' that you could understand me There’s nothing wrong with me I’m hopin' that you let me hold your baby Then beat it crazy, while I rape his dreams [Hook] [Verse 2: Damien] I wanna see you suffer as I torture you slowly I wanna see you cry as this knife is approaching I know you’re hoping that you make it out alive But you know you won’t survive, I’m a cut you till you die Something’s wrong with me, there’s no stopping me When I start to feast on human meat I’ll jerk off as I watch him bleed Then eat the rest of their carcass G Can you hate me? Can you save me? Is there no hope for somebody so crazy? I’ll cut em all up, and I’ll hack em all open I’ll put em all up in my cellar to rot Blunts and bones all over my home, your brains is cookin' in a pot We leave you shell shocked with this form of hip hop Deadly like a blood clot, boy don’t get your neck chopped With machete blades, we ain’t afraid to bring the pain We love the blood rain, we love it when the blood sprays Right in our face, we could taste your fear As we whisper in your ear that the Reaper is near [Hook] [Verse 3: Drp] Rise up outta my grave, it’s time these fuckers pay Back in the day they called me strange, but now revenge, it’s time to slay Everybody everything, indeed sick to my stomach leads To horrific things to living breeds Now it’s time to make em scream Kill em all, kill em all I’m murking everybody Watch em fall, watch em fall Knock em down with this twelve gauge shotty A dead body, till most they shit can’t handle it But my hobby, I’m morphing em into bloody bits Tasty flash, cook it up, hot to death, chop it up In my head, pain and madness, rip it up Cut it up, fuck it up, through the blade Suck it up like cocaine, bloody guts I’m so high, killing time, my favorite line No dealing needed, my drug of choice, just choose a victim So you’re defeated, my darkness now I’ll be the sanctum Of the universe of destruction, of this fuckin' place I hate your face, I hate your face I wanna see you dead today [Hook]