You Make Me Sick!

You make me sick
You make me turn my insides out onto the bricks
I could never train a bitch like you
Click click click click (woof)

You like my boots?
I could squash you like a little rotten fruit
On your jugular and leave a pretty bruise
Attitude and the booze won’t save you

You fucking loser
Redmeat deadbeat, you fucking tumor
Can’t believe I let your hands inside my bloomers
Better count your blessings I got humor
Got a knife too
I call her Tilda, bet your fucking ass that imma use her
Fucking user
Cokehead Cretin
Your life is a blooper
Splinter-looking ass born in a sewer
Suck a dick then I bite I’m a chewer
Go find another bitch to hoover
Count the days until you lose her