Why Songtext
von Mr. Lil One

Sickos
Back for part 666 baby
Little One, G-Low, you know how we do
Welcome to the Terrordome

Well it′s the spookiest coming through
Motherfucker me and you
Got a little rendezvous
Time to call the misty blue
To officially announce you
Now take a deep breath while you hear death pronounce you
Far from this earth since the first day of birth
I was chosen to leave a motherfucker dead frozen

And my hate for the passion remains
To every single one of you that ever put my name
All up in your mix till I gotta triple six you
Look up in your eyes, analyze then I piss you
Cause you're all full of bullshit
Fiending for the new shit
Yapping out your mouth but never do shit


How many times must I
(Motherfuckers that be slipping they get that ass whipping)
How, time for you to die
(Anybody wanna trip face the bottomless pit)
How many times must I
(Motherfuckers that be slipping they get that ass whipping)
How, time for you to die
(Anybody wanna trip face the bottomless pit)

I′m the killer in your closet
The monster under your bed

That leaky kitchen faucet putting nightmares in your head

Bred amongst the villains that be dealing with the derelicts

Misguided maniacs, hypocritical heretics

Where it gets darker than your soul can see
Can't hear but still, you'll feel it′s me
Can it be just suspicions or premonitions of death
On the back of your neck feel the heat of my breath
Lay to rest in piss and spit the shit deserving of your snitchy lips
Indisposed with extra clips like all the hoes and bitches get
Fraudulence of any kind, not tolerated
Simply stated, fakers getting terminated
Give ′em time they'll learn to hate it
Made it, still intoxicated

Faded off your agony
Caught up in a tragedy
Fiending for catastrophe
Hope you kissed the family


Naturally they mad at me
Bitch tried to test the man in me
Now this is how it has to be

How many times must I
(Motherfuckers that be slipping they get that ass whipping)
How, time for you to die
(Anybody wanna trip face the bottomless pit)
How many times must I
(Motherfuckers that be slipping they get that ass whipping)
How, time for you to die
(Anybody wanna trip face the bottomless pit)

Now run for your life
Motherfuck you and your wife
It′s the natural born killer
Rolling with my nigga (G-Low)
G-Low, we finna go and get our little blast on
Put the hockey mask on and choke until you pass on
And see you burning holy water with the father
I'll show you how I don′t give a fuck I'll manslaughter

Execute, butcher, dead slay, and assassinate
Keep it all real for you motherfucking fakes

And never could you test, take that S up off your chest
You fuck with the Little, you′re fucking with the very best
I suggest that you buck before I get you
I put this on the devil, like death I'm gonna snatch you

How many times must I
(Motherfuckers that be slipping they get that ass whipping)
How, time for you to die
(Anybody wanna trip face the bottomless pit)
How many times must I
(Motherfuckers that be slipping they get that ass whipping)
How, time for you to die
(Anybody wanna trip face the bottomless pit)