S!CK - Milkavelli, Lee Scott

I’m sick of being too sick at rapping

Spliff bigger than a thriller album

Talking shit, but don’t know shit about it

The aura of this pinky ring surrounds him

Make a wish while pissing in the fountain

River stinks, I’m on the fishing outing

Giant eye in the middle of the mountain

I’m sick of lean, I’m sick of Xan

Sippin' lean, and sniffin' Xan

I dip the team in different brands

Just slip my feet in to these Vans

Intervene with dinner plans

Eat linguini with my hands

Sniff some ether on this strip in Vegas

Then I did a tweet on Instagram

I’m sick of being too ill at everything

Sick of sippin' all this flippin' medicine

I’m in Italy, I’m eating venison

Sitting in the corner, looking menacing

Laigon living, yes I’ve been a

Easy me and Sleazy barely eat anythin'

I’m the man of the millenium

Greatest mystery, I’ll brick a pellican

I’m sick of being sick of this

Living in this ignant bliss

I’m sick of being sick as shit

I’m sick of being sick of shit

I’m sick of me, I’m sick of you

Why so sick, I wish I knew

I’m sick of winter with a flu

I’m sick like it’s some shit to do

I’m sick of you not being as sick as me

Trippin', singin', stopped me on the killing spree

That’s not beak on the christmas tree

Sippin' Dom P religiously

Like don’t watch me, I’m a visionary

With cyclopes seeing ability

These god feelings are filling me

My studio is a top secret facility

I’m sick of me I’m sick of you

I’m sick of needing things to do

You think I’m growing up, because I’m sober

But my inner demon’s sniffing glue

I found the hidden meanings in the clue

Christmas eve I went trick or treating with the crew

I’m the boss, I didn’t pay the cost

I didn’t need an interview

I’m sick of life, I’m sick of death

I spit this in a single breath

I’m sick of itching for a cigarette

So I flick this shit and pirouette

BRB, laa, give’s’a sec

It’s clear as sin, from the silhoette

Bucket hat, fishing vest

Catfishin' with the internet

I’m sick of being sick of this

Living in this ignant bliss

I’m sick of being sick as shit

I’m sick of being sick of shit

I’m sick of me, I’m sick of you

Why so sick, I wish I knew

I’m sick of winter with a flu

I’m sick like it’s some shit to do