Flu-Like Symptoms

[Chorus: Illtemper]
When I say sick, I mean we sick like that (Yeah, we sick like that)
I'm talkin' flu-like symptoms, how we live like that (Yeah, we sick like that)
Yeah, we the sickest, threw up in this bitch (Yeah, we sick like that, yo)
We so sick that we piss pus out of our dicks

[Verse 1: Illtemper]
Temper put the baby in the dryer, hear the thumpin' sound
Gettin' salad tossed, she rainin’, it's coming down
I spy with my little stink eye, somethin' brown
Swished like your lips and your mouth, it's so fuckin' loud
Old lady love the dookie, hear this glutton cow
Go to town on my digest, make your husband proud
I know he's dead but so am I, puff an ounce
Serve this fellow like he's Jell-O, suck up this chow
I've been feedin' since an abortion reveal parties
Makin' 'em cute little hats when I feel artsy (Aww)
Go on family vacations when I steal RVs
Flat-chested neighbor hates me, she a real Marcy (Al!)
Then again I'm a grump that can deal hardly
Eats out of the roadkill, every meal's dark meat
Bad driver that cuts the wheel sharply
Youngest in the car seat, writin' "Kill" with a teal Sharpie

[Chorus: Illtemper]
When I say sick, I mean we sick like that
I'm talkin' flu-like symptoms, how we live like that (Huh)
Yeah, we the sickest, threw up in this bitch
We so sick that we piss pus out of our dicks
When I say sick, I mean we sick like that
I'm talkin' flu-like symptoms, how we live like that (Huh)
Yeah, we the sickest, threw up in this bitch
We so sick that we piss pus out of our dicks

[Verse 2: King Gordy]
I am sick and insane, spit at your brain
Cut your dick off, feed it to you off pure cocaine
You can't fuck with the Even Heathens
We will fuck your family deceased this evenin'
As we meet 'em and we greet 'em, put the pistol where they breathin'
Kidnap 'em and make your sister lick all of our semen
Just some demons who head ain't right
Met your momma on Christian Mingle, I'll take a flight
To Nebraska to ask her out for the night
Then kill your mother in the woods 'cause the pussy didn't feel right
A fuckin' psychopath drinkin' fuckin' mother's blood
Then bust a nut, then I laugh, onto the next one
Onto - Onto - Onto the next one, everything is a fucking victim, leave his fuckin' neck hung
In a tree, you don't want this shit, bitch, I'm the king (K-I-N-G!)

[Chorus: Illtemper]
When I say sick, I mean we sick like that
I'm talkin' flu-like symptoms, how we live like that (Huh)
Yeah, we the sickest, threw up in this bitch
We so sick that we piss pus out of our dicks
When I say sick, I mean we sick like that
I'm talkin' flu-like symptoms, how we live like that (Huh)
Yeah, we the sickest, threw up in this bitch
We so sick that we piss pus out of our dicks