Mad & Sick

[Chorus: GrewSum]
This ain't what you used to
This ain’t that happy shit, it's nothing to move to
And this shit gon' stab too and fuck whatever you do
This is that graphic shit, hardcore music for the one’s who are mad and sick
This ain't what you used to
This ain't that happy shit, it's nothing to move to
And this shit gon' stab too and fuck whatever you do
This is that graphic shit, hardcore music for the one's who are mad and sick

[Verse: GrewSum]
Yeah, uhh, I hate these rappers and the way they keep writing
Dope lines are as rare as a Sasquatch siting
We the last almighty titans rap has fighting for its honor
But it's odd that I'm an oddball
Likely, that’s why I shine bright while the rest are dimming
I promise to keep winning if the world keeps spinning
Have it in the books way before the ninth inning
It’s on lock, havе you shocked and it's only the beginning
I’m thе God of War depicting a lot of gore
What you drop is poor and better labeled cow manure
This is Horrorcore, not for sissy boys for sure
Slip between dimensions if you listen it's a potent cure
Make a wack rapper listen to me
He'll be a backpack rapper in less than a week
I'm a backhand smacker leave indentions in cheeks
I speak brash and eat trash just to get through the week
Then I wake up smelling like last nights vomit
With some new funny stories like a stand-up comic
Dick so big she could stand up on it
If she wanted, but she didn’t, she simply sat on it
Don't anger me, I start changing green
And turn into the Avenger's movie, my favorite scene
Puny god, I'm a monster with crazy schemes
To protect my songs from the rosters, they made of thieves
Ain't that my sound? You better give it back
I'm not gon' cut you slack for that, I'd rather whoop yo ass
You try to make a mad dash and I simply laugh
Knowing that you can't handle the speed, watch you flip and crash
I'm a different class, see, I don't spit advanced
This is simple shit when it's taking a different path
I'm with the Mission you were missing, you can kiss my ass
It's the Infection but I bet you didn't have to ask (Infect)
I find it hard not to be ill
When you shine like me it's hard not to see skill
Gone off of three pills, armed to the teeth grill
Made out of sharp metal sheaths (Kill)
Most people fold in the face of death
And the same bodies roll down the basement steps
Don't nobody trust your judgement, face it
Get ready to get ridiculed like replacement refs
Fuck baby steps, I'd rather take a jet
Immediately I'm a threat to replace the best
Help you become acquainted with shame and regret
No matter how much that you hate it they say that I'm next
You'll never ever catch me slipping or tripping, I'm silent
Back with The Mission, all these pussies are bitching about it
I never listen, I just piss on their opinions, I'm doubted
By a bunch of gremlins in a cage that they'll never get out of

[Chorus: GrewSum]
This ain't what you used to
This ain't that happy shit, it's nothing to move to
And this shit gon' stab too and fuck whatever you do
This is that graphic shit, hardcore music for the one's who are mad and sick
This ain't what you used to
This ain't that happy shit, it's nothing to move to
And this shit gon' stab too and fuck whatever you do
This is that graphic shit, hardcore music for the one's who are mad and sick