Sick To My Stomach

[Hook: Ian Stone](x4)
I’m sick to my stomach
So sick to my stomach
My stomach
I need some help

[Verse 1: Ian Stone]
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 its face

[Hook: Ian Stone](x4)
I’m sick to my stomach
So sick to my stomach
My stomach
I need some help

[Verse 2: Damien Quinn]
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: Ian Stone](x4)
I’m sick to my stomach
So sick to my stomach
My stomach
I need some help

[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 flesh, 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: Ian Stone](x4)
I’m sick to my stomach
So sick to my stomach
My stomach
I need some help