Claas – Sick

Claas – Sick Lyrics

Artist: Claas
Song: Sick

Yo!
Hear the thunder boom [thunder boom], lightning hit the ground with the big crack [Blow
Cock back, swing hard with the big bat [Yeah!
Sick tracks, kill all with the click clack

Ain’t even gotta spit fast when I spit facts [Nah!
Got a knack, I attack, I’m a riffraff [Yeah!
Y’all really want me to go mad?
Go bad on these n#gg#s like I gonads?

And I ain’t even gotta show sack, all y’all know that
Clizzle the definition of throwback
Original and that’s why your flow whack
I’m the big bang, the world go black

Story of the year, turn the page [turn the page
Ice age with a slight bit of rage
Gorilla in a cage taking aim at a rampage
Insane and engaged with my membranes

Locked, loaded, and ready to shoot first
Dry mouth got a thirst to put bodies all in a hearse
Draggin’ bodies through the dirt while they’re screaming at me, it hurts
Peter Gabriel with the sledgehammer ’til they burst

Yeah! I’m the king, b#tch
Long term in this motherf#cking scene, b#tch
Others come and go but y’all ain’t ever seeing me switch
I’ma keep it me and throw these middles up for free sh#t

Jesus couldn’t even touch my genius
Nah! Got these b#tches riding all up on my p#n#s
So listen m#th*rf#ck*rs ’cause I mean this
Sick Gang, b#tch, you know who the team is

I’m a f#cking veteran and b#tch I keep it moving through, I’m better than
These other m#th*rf#ck*rs here, they severance
Ghost sh#t, nah, I leave ’em all irrelevance
Get the bear, it’s f#ckin’ all y’all like the Revenant

Yeah! This sh#t is sick, b#tch [sick, b#tch
Pick the phone up, you know who to call
Sick Gang! Nailing m#th*rf#ck*rs to the wall
Halt! Y’all are really running with the squad

Next it’s murder everything until it’s f#cking gone
Middles up, we went out to kill ’em all
Yo, this sh#t is sick, b#tch [sick, b#tch
Pick the phone up, you know who to call

Sick Gang! Nailing m#th*rf#ck*rs to the wall
Halt! Y’all are really running with the squad
Next it’s murder everything until it’s f#cking gone
Middles up, we went out to kill ’em all

Yo, this sh#t is sick, b#tch [sick, b#tch
Pick the phone up, you know who to call
Sick Gang! Nailing m#th*rf#ck*rs to the wall
Halt! Y’all are really running with the squad

Next it’s murder everything until it’s f#cking gone
Middles up, we went out to kill ’em all
Blast so many killers ’til I’m leaving the track lightning
And snatch you of your bolt, I’m revoking your rap license

And f#ck a battle, I start with the next crisis
Terroristic mentality, brutality of ISIS
Death to a hater, I’m bombing the opposition
And leaving the rigor mortis to rapid decomposition

Start defatting on the track when I slaughter the competition
I brought a weapon when I cripple artillery
Big butt like emails [Hi Hillary
This new information may not be significant so let’s get it out [Bye Hillary

Gang sh#t, Gorehop, this that sick music
It’s that grab a f#cking bat and beat your b#tch to it [Oh, hell no]
That went too far, bro. I don’t really beat b#tches. My bad. I don’t really beat b#tches bro
Yeah! This sh#t is sick, b#tch [sick, b#tch

Pick the phone up, you know who to call
Sick Gang! Nailing m#th*rf#ck*rs to the wall
Halt! Y’all are really running with the squad
Next it’s murder everything until it’s f#cking gone

Middles up, we went out to kill ’em all
Yo, this sh#t is sick, b#tch [sick, b#tch
Pick the phone up, you know who to call
Sick Gang! Nailing m#th*rf#ck*rs to the wall

Halt! Y’all are really running with the squad
Next it’s murder everything until it’s f#cking gone
Middles up, we went out to kill ’em all
Yo, this sh#t is sick, b#tch [sick, b#tch

Pick the phone up, you know who to call
Sick Gang! Nailing m#th*rf#ck*rs to the wall
Halt! Y’all are really running with the squad
Next it’s murder everything until it’s f#cking gone

Middles up, we went out to kill ’em all
I’m ’bout to purge again
I can feel the hate inside my body surfacing
Yeah! Stabbing competition when I flow

Gonna shove a pole into the middle like a circus tent
And I’m vicious, catch a body up in Texas
Bag it up and dump it off down to Memphis
Change your name on some rich sh#t [Yeah!

Burn the car and the body wherever the fingerprints is
I put a shovel on your neck and jump on that b#tch like a pogo stick
Y’all keep talking sh#t, that’s what your hoe gon’ get
Yeah, bearded dragon baby, y’all Komodo sh#t

Y’all bozos, I put your body in a barrel like our logo
Then f#ck your b#tch with a knife on the GoPro
I been up damn straight on NoDoz or was it coco? I don’t know
I got a sick f#cking gang I’ma bring along

In the hook on this b#tch I can sing along
I was spitting ammunition like a Vietcong
b#tch, I’m jumping with the chains like spine leaf
We done get it on, got Wolverine claws

The bear that I’m with, these murder team dogs
Murder three all for that Hercules toss
Hurtin’ me, now y’all in surgery clothes like
Uhh! I’ma cut ’em up a little bit

Y’all f#cking with the game and you an idiot
I shoot ’em like a cowboy, run ’em down the middle, lock ’em in this mess
Scalp ’em like an Indian
Cutting out the middle man, cut ’em with the instrument

You’re starting up this sh#t but now I’m ending it
Put your f#cking murder on the Internet, I make it go viral
All they see is cut mass blacked out eyeballs [Uhh!]
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Claas Lyrics – Sick

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