Fraser T Smith - Sick 2 Def lyrics

[Hook] Cause I'm real sick hearing these pricks talk sh** They'll get their throats slit cause they're talking to me like I'm thick And I'm real tired of these bullsh** guys They best go hide cause I'm looking for them on the sly Cause I've had it up to here, right up to here Might have to do it 'Reservoir Dogs' style, slice off the ear Cause I've had enough of bredders acting tough Trying to get rough when it's obvious they ain't rough enough [Verse 1] I don't just talk the talk I walk it That's why my mouth's always coming out with raw sh** My rap style's distorted, like Little Mo getting raped and keeping the baby Instead of getting it aborted Yo I talk morbid just to make you feel awkward d**h's a part of life yo you just can't ignore it Especially when I rip out your heart and on my sleeve sport it Like something you think is precious 'cos your dead gran bought it I talk so foul; I talk so coarse. I show no regret; I show no remorse Like a necromanic raping a corpse up the an*l pa**age while contracting genital warts My metaphors are twisted, like that game where you've got to put that Hob-Nob in your gob If you're the last one to come on the biscuit I'm so sadistic so I fantasise about finding my Mum's ex floating in a bathtub with his wrists slit [Hook] [Verse 2] You best ban TV if you want me to stop 'Cos I'm so heavily influenced by the things that I watch It ain't just 'Pulp Fiction' and 'Reservoir Dogs' It's 'Irréversible', 'Baise-Moi', 'City of God' It's the news on every channel when I turn on the box It's seeing paedophiles singing on Top of the Pops Gary Glitter, Michael *Jackson* On the net Ken Bigley got his neck took off That's some nasty sh** and still you wonder why I'm sick When I see this sh** and I say exactly what I think That's some nasty sh** and still you don't ban it But you ban computer games, something round here really stinks What about cigarettes and alcoholic drinks Or the animal that died just so your wife could wear that mink You're disgraceful like getting caught pissing in the sink A white girl won't s** my dick just because it's pink [Hook] [Verse 3] The last verse is just as bad as the first But compared to the second, yo, it's definitely worse 'Cos this is about a guy getting chauffeured in a hearse Let me do what Nas did and tell this sh** in reverse The hearse brings the corpse back to the morgue; The guy from the morgue undresses the corpse; Embalming fluid goes back out; the blood goes back in; Body goes back to hospital where it comes alive again; The medics walk backwards like an Irish dance; Then put the wounded man back in the ambulance; The ambulance's engine turns back on and his lights flash as the siren plays his favourite song The guy goes back to the exact spot they found him and the medics and all the pa**ers-by go back where they came from 'Til eventually no-one surrounds him And the blood pours up him rather than down him The man then falls upwards back on his feet; stumbles towards a dark figure on the other side of the street; He walks into the blade that cut his belly Then he holds his neck which was bleeding already; He removes his hand so that you can see the cut; And as the knife undoes the slice it closes back up; He unsays the words he said which were 'What the f**?' And unscreams the scream from the first initial cut Then the blood from his severely severed ear crawls back up his cheek and slowly disappears As the knife-wielding silhouette unhacks it from the rear Puts the knife away after reattaching the ear Then walks backwards thought the bushes where he's just regarding nature; Leaves the guy on a bench un-reading his paper; Takes the snail he stepped on back from its creator; Only to be k**ed again when I fast-forward this sh** later Back in his house now back in his bed He un-listens to a CD and un-bops his head; Takes the CD out the player and puts it back in its case which has my name on the cover along with my face Fast-forward there's been a murder and the police know who done it They're looking for a motive 'cos they don't know why he done it Sure enough it don't take that long for them to find a reason and they publicly state it on TV that evening A couple of months later this sh** gets banned Like it was me who put that switch in his hand and told him to k** that man Like this whole song was some kind of sickly devised plan to hurt some poor c*nt I don't even know And I've never met before in my life Who it was whoever said 'the pen is mightier than the sword' was right so you'd better think twice before you step to me and pick a fight