SickTanicK - 6 Minutes Of Shame lyrics
rate meI've got a 1000 plus units hanging off my belt<br />
You've got a 1000 plus vibrators up on your shelf<br />
Feel special little faggot that I even dropped this<br />
Cause you ain't getting one single cent or profit<br />
I'm your worse nightmare<br />
The devil in the flesh<br />
This be a fight to the finish<br />
A battle to the death<br />
Once again I'm triumphant while you're living in a dream<br />
And I'd have to bring you glasses to see me<br />
You wanna be me<br />
I know that you're hurting<br />
And you won't live forever cause your death is certain<br />
And while I'm laying back at home<br />
Fucking the finest of bitches<br />
You're busy sucking dick off for some wrestling tickets<br />
You wanna talk hip hop and punchlines<br />
Well ask your boy about a punch bitch because he caught mine<br />
That wasn't no cheap shot<br />
We were face to face<br />
So tell me bitch, how the fuck does my fist taste?<br />
And while you sit at home scared under covers<br />
I'm outside of your house jacking off to pictures of your mother<br />
And then I'll switch and jack off to my own<br />
Yo, my mom might be dead<br />
But you still suck on the microphone<br />
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[CHORUS X2]<br />
Everybody wanna hate what they didn't create, <br />
But I ain't going nowhere because I'm here to stay<br />
I'm here to stay<br />
I'ma keep it popping<br />
Keep the records dropping<br />
Keep them haters watching<br />
<br />
You're a clone and a drone, all alone<br />
Calling sex lines on the cell phone<br />
Cause you can't get your own<br />
And you're wife left you cause of lack of genitalia<br />
You're wife left you cause you're nothing but a failure [oh! ]<br />
And I really don't care what you faggots say<br />
I'll put you out like a cigarette in the ashtray<br />
And what's this about a order trying to stop me, shit! <br />
I'll cut yall up with this lyrical autopsy<br />
Gut you out, weigh your organs on a scale<br />
You can't stop the rise<br />
All you haters fail<br />
All you punk mother fuckers<br />
You will never stop me cause yall are straight bitches<br />
My philosophy is misogyny<br />
I come from the land of the South-West<br />
Getting dirty in the desert smoking all the finest sess<br />
While you bitches be hating trying to place bets<br />
On who will take me out<br />
I'm glad to know I'm in your breath<br />
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[CHORUS X2]<br />
Everybody wanna hate what they didn't create, <br />
But I ain't going nowhere because I'm here to stay<br />
I'm here to stay<br />
I'ma keep it popping<br />
Keep the records dropping<br />
Keep them haters watching<br />
<br />
All you myspace rappers please put down the mic<br />
And do something with your lives instead of wasting my time<br />
And keep spreading hate cause it's free promotion<br />
And if I suck so bad then what the fuck is the big commotion! ?<br />
I move units across the ocean<br />
While you new school killas on the myspace promoting<br />
And when did horrorcore become acceptable to Christians?<br />
I thought the Bible said plainly no killing?<br />
You fucking hypocrites<br />
Get your Bibles write your verses<br />
Yall some fake mother fuckers<br />
The wicked shit ain't for the churches<br />
There ain't no god that condones any violence<br />
So put down the mic<br />
And be good with the silence<br />
I'm dropping verses that be so hot<br />
They make the devil get down on his knees and wanna suck my cock<br />
And some of the things I say may leave you shocked<br />
So in simple don't listen try that as a thought bitches<br />
<br />
Oh no here I go with another diss track<br />
But I won't drop names cause their shit is that whack<br />
I I stay intact with the paper while you concentrate on beef<br />
And you wonder why your records broken slain on the concrete<br />
You couldn't sell a record to a retard with millions<br />
I burn your rhymes up like the twin tower buildings<br />
I got legends on my label<br />
You're an unestablished artist<br />
Talking big about connects when your their favorite artist money target<br />
Little bitch, Little bitch that be me<br />
But this little bitch here is taking over your scene<br />
Everywhere that you go<br />
I know you're seeing my face<br />
How does it feel to be no one<br />
That you're a straight disgrace<br />
Don't waste no time<br />
And don't spit no rhymes<br />
I'd rather kill myself then hear you on the mic<br />
That's right, I said it<br />
And I hope my words embedded in your mind before I call AL queda have your ass beheaded, were sitting here, talking lyrical supremacy the don perrion of the game you the hennessey<br />
Take a step down<br />
Let a real man spit<br />
I'm the leader of this new breed of wicked shit<br />
I built a single empire in about three years<br />
While you're playing with fire<br />
And burning down all your bridges<br />
<br />
Take notice and respect to my dialect<br />
I keep it all in check while you're still placing bets<br />
I cut cheques to my artists<br />
While you're checking out the telly got degrees in street hustle while your still on your GED<br />
Graduate then talk to me<br />
Until then imitation for you is the only key<br />
So keep buying, keep writing to increase your sales<br />
And you can sit and serve in heaven<br />
<br />
While I'm raining down in hell<br />
I dwell in an another underground<br />
Fuck a backpack<br />
I prefer another brutal sound<br />
A wickedness brought up by suicidalist<br />
The dawn of this mother fucking South-West wicked shit<br />
<br />
I never needed anybody in this rap game<br />
No radios, be jamming this killer everyday<br />
But you used up like an old meth pipe<br />
And with hair like that I should call you a Frisco dyke<br />
On the mic I drop bombs causing harm<br />
While you're masturbating and fantasise about my songs<br />
I'll smoke you out like a bong<br />
Weak bitch don't trip<br />
When I exhale the smoke your career ends quick<br />
I pack clipz full of lyrical slugs<br />
They penetrate and deform your face worse than it ever was, <br />
Get Proactive you drug addict bitch<br />
And I'm not from city of Compton<br />
But I still drop hits<br />
Underground 24 years old<br />
Making money off this music while your style runs cold<br />
Let me unfold, project and then manifest<br />
While you punch every bar cause you ran outta breath<br />
Don't step to me<br />
No disrespecting me<br />
I'll do you like cube did in no Vaseline<br />
Straight fucking the game with my soulless dick<br />
You can call me SickTanicK<br />
I fiend for the wicked shit
