So Fucking Sick

[Verse] Since fifteen my sixteen's been sick speech like dick leak On big screens with mixed scenes and whipped teens and let me Insist please that Sick's been so sick since my fifth b -day, sit, peek, or sight me, excite peeps or kill beats I'm likely a sick freak, tormented by sick dreams I'm frightened by Sick's dreams, so nothing's what Sick sleeps I'm running with fists peaked, just fighting's what gets me Cos get me, they get me, but nobody gets me I'm running, I'm falling, I'm all in, I'm bawling I can't wake up though so I'm tripping, I'm crawling I'm punching at nothing, I'm something but Thomas Is dead weight, waste of space, I'm done with name calling Don't call me, I'm sorry, not really but honest I'm done with being Sick, I'm back to just Thomas I'm Tommy, the sick king, not sickened but nauseus I'm ready, I'm wait nah, my mind's gone I lost it [Hook] So everyone who doubts, you can shut your fucking mouth Cos I'm taking over the world If not then I'm 'bout to, you don't see how Cos right now I'm just a prince (PuKe) King Tommy tomorrow, I'mma be that So keep your TVs on, cos You're gonna see how fucking Sick That guy you discarded was [Verse] I got Cash, I spent it, don't own life I'm renting Not Dido pretending, like life-ing is helping I'm nice when I'm Hell-bent, I'm Hellish when tested So don't test my patience, lest your life be ended I'll rest on my laurels and serve out my penance I'll stretch out my love just as long as my pen is I'm reckless with words so I rewrote the endings Of every verse I write so cunts get offended (cunts) I'm blending in crowds now, where crushing's the practice I'm sending in clowns to distract from the havok I'm mending my vow now, see something had cracked it I'm lending an ear just to hear you fucks laughing? See Sick's not a spastic, I'm actual fantastic I'm macho as fuck and I'm standing on glass which Could crack quick as fuck, so I must then see past it See Tommy's not dumb just a punk with some talent