Filthy Frank - Pull Your Sick Bag Out lyrics

[Intro] Pull your sick bag out, because this, is f**ing needed... (We blended up children, swag) [Verse 1: Sideshow Brian] Started thinking about a normal life The type of life that doesn't involve wrists or knives The type of life that has your wife beating you with a rusty pipe The type of life that has your wife beating you with a rusty pipe It doesn't sound good but that's a regular relationship The one that has you beat up and let down by all the Xanie trips Snorting up recyclable, papers printed residuals I am legend, the only pedestrian circled in individuals From the minds that brought you the Versailles treaty Catch you up on Rap Genius, burning after reading Fire in the middle of a forrest ridden with a drought I am the contortionist, shoving limbs in every spout Hook you up to a sprinkler and dance around in the bloody rain They say I'm majorly retarded, but I'm a major pain Catch me up on animal planet picking b**hes scalps for lice A little chocolate sprinkle for my f**ing vanilla ice They say I'm nutty, I guess I'm a little pecan Cash flow, cash it, oh, where'd my f**ing money go? (Huh?) Blended up children, swag I punch her in the stomach, I ain't out to be a dad This the only life I have Dale, where you at dude? I need another clue Because the only thing I got now is dirty sketcher shoes Obama wanted change so I'm f**ing dropping dimes I got the scythe, human crops, I think it's f**ing harvest time When the sling blade works in ways that's so wicked We all, (die, die, die, die, die die!) [Hook] x4 We blended up children, swag [Verse 2: Dale Nasty] Pull your sick bag out when you smell my chair All the b**hes puke when they see my pubic hair I've been f**ing b**hes since the first day of day care They all line up when they see me playing four square Racing in my wheelchair, legs go around Hoof a b**h in the c*nt, knock her a** on the ground Running over her face no one hears a sound You can't hit a cripple, that's out of bounds Don't got a phone, Dustin won't trust me Dustin is crusty, my momma smells musty My name's Dale Nasty, and all the b**hes love me! [Hook] x4 We blended up children, swag