Texty:
Full Scale Sickness

nothing to hide Here comes the sickness It's calling you home Here comes the sickness Wrap your arms around me And I'll take you all the way now Cause this is sickness

nothing to hide Here comes the sickness It's calling you home Here comes the sickness Wrap your arms around me And I'll take you all the way now Cause this is sickness

about the way the whales Kiss it your body scaled I'm 'bout to hit by the box of tens through the mail Then reply beaten twelve sickness spinnin' on twenty

the phones, it won't be secret to the jury They hit you wit that RICO, I'm not meanin' PR I'm talkin' full scale riots, whole lotta triage And I know

If you wit' it get your ass on the floor But then right before I finish They say give me some mo' 4 point 6, dodge in the dits Trunck full of brick,

shit to flies Sell gas to Texaco, insurance to Geico Tank full of petro, minutes to metro Hill billy like Jethro, magazines [Incomprehensible] Screaming that eastside, straight up out the valley yo It's Sick

got on her mind, my fucking dick, I call her dick head, spicy like a big red, strike you like a bic head your flow sick, my shit dead, sillier than vic

are you afraid of the world belongs to gabulon not the auto-sodomites uncle climax, my first words were curse words red right, white left johnny rockwell, full scale

a crooked starship Who better nation a million's the only remedy Nine dizzy planets with a bullet riding centerpiece Take Me Through The Gates I'm bout as sick