Sick

(Verse 1)

So here I am, sitting at the desk

The way I look might suggest that I'm stressed

I'm sick of all this shit, you're fucking your cousin

Fuck taking it out west, I'm busy being depressed

At the same time tryna give the industry my best

Then maybe someone who's impressed will invest

But fuck, I'm trans, they get the stance that I'm still a mans

Now they gonna relapse on whatever was in the cup, maybe syrup

And their fan base will embrace the drugs, and the stans will pop 'em

Like the pimples that stand out like 6ix9ine in a crowd

 

(Verse 2)

Don't call it a comeback, bitch I never left

Call a playback 'cause all your damn bars are foul

The ump' just made the call, back up fifteen yards

You ain't even close to me, and who would even wanna be

Motherfucker, shut the fuck up with your damn gossip

Lil motherfucking pimp, pump, ignorant as Trump

Bitch I'm getting violent, confront the ex-president

Evil resident, got 'em stunned with this last stunt

 

(Verse 3)

Dealing with the hate

All these motherfucking straights don't even hesitate to take the bait

Generate more hate than Gen-z combined

Confined to myself

Sending out spells like potter and black in a quell

Say farewell to Lil pump, Drake and Cactus Jack

So wickity wack

Worried 'bout racks-cigarette packs

Speak with caps-Always on crack

Stack-stack-stack

Chips like a lays factory

Claiming you got drip like a leaky faucet

Ballsy, wishy washy

Always fucked in the mind like a zombie

 

(Verse 4)

Better pray

You're the prey, so stay away

Yeah bitch I'm kinda gay

But no, I don't spend my day-to-day life popping pills

When you got an audience made of motherfucking teen

Now they're doing greens like me, responsibilty, nope, not for lil pump

 

(Verse 5)

Lil pump, Forrest Gump, ain't different from every other chum

Rhythm a repitition, failed your mission, battling addiction

Sick of these bitches worrying 'bout if I got a dick or naw

Blah blah blah

Still live with grandma and grandpa

Discord mod, a broad, no one gonna applaud

The dog ain't finished with the monolouge

Wheres the dialouge for your fucking messed up life

 

(Verse 6)

Take a knife to one of your thirty housewives

Got a dirty mind, more dirt than every MGK album combined

Suprised that I'm being unkind, don't mind me

But you do, even though Trump continues to screw shit

Into peoples heads, if he ends up dead, they'll be upset

Now I'm gonna have the feds on my ass

Fuck that dumbass who thinks he's badass

Smash his head til' he's dead, take him to the shed

Threats on the internet, let the rumors spread of the tranny

Who thinks she can rap, but shit lil bitch just got the kneck snap

Ain't got no time to chat as the gap between us keeps expanding

Lyrics stabbing, rapping, not lacking talent

Fuck

I'm done