LSP (Lyrikal Snuff Productions) - Sick To My Stomach lyrics

[Hook: Ian Stone](x4) I'm sick to my stomach So sick to my stomach My stomach I need some help [Verse 1: Ian Stone] What you know about those bodies in my basement? I could leave you faceless Tie you to the pipes and strip you naked Welcome to my horror story, kids it's full of hatred Wondering if you'll live or die I'm telling you that you will die tonight Look in my eyes, I'm hearing her cries I'm keeping a cage for her sacrifice Better run when I got redrum in my system And a butcher knife Why would you try to k** me? Are you out your mind? Rip out your spine, collecting bones for my regime Breathin' like there was a difference when I was k**in' And knowin' no witness could ever stomach this Sickness when I get like this, I'm a f**in' lunatic That pistol whips his dick and watches old ladies scissoring And he's f**in' doing it and I'm losing it I'm hopin' that you could understand me There's nothing wrong with me I'm hopin' that you let me hold your baby Then beat it crazy, while I rape his dreams [Hook: Ian Stone](x4) I'm sick to my stomach So sick to my stomach My stomach I need some help [Verse 2: Damien Quinn] I wanna see you suffer as I torture you slowly I wanna see you cry as this knife is approaching I know you're hoping that you make it out alive But you know you won't survive I'm a cut you till you die Something's wrong with me, there's no stopping me When I start to feast on human meat I'll jerk off as I watch him bleed Then eat the rest of their carca** G Can you hate me? Can you save me? Is there no hope for somebody so crazy? I'll cut em all up, and I'll hack em all open I'll put em all up in my cellar to rot Blunts and bones all over my home Your brains is cookin' in a pot We leave you shell shocked with this form of hip hop Deadly like a blood clot, boy don't get your neck chopped With machete blades, we ain't afraid to bring the pain We love the blood rain, we love it when the blood sprays Right in our face, we could taste your fear As we whisper in your ear that the Reaper is near [Hook: Ian Stone](x4) I'm sick to my stomach So sick to my stomach My stomach I need some help [Verse 3: Drp] Rise up outta my grave, it's time these f**ers pay Back in the day they called me strange But now revenge, it's time to slay Everybody everything, indeed sick to my stomach leads To horrific things to living breeds Now it's time to make em scream k** em all, k** em all I'm murking everybody Watch em fall, watch em fall Knock em down with this twelve gauge shotty A dead body, till most they sh**, can't handle it But my hobby, I'm morphing em into bloody bits Tasty flesh, cook it up, hot to d**h, chop it up In my head, pain and madness, rip it up Cut it up, f** it up, through the blade s** it up like c**aine, bloody guts I'm so high, k**ing time, my favorite line No dealing needed, my drug of choice Just choose a victim So you're defeated My darkness now I'll be the sanctum Of the universe of destruction, of this f**in' place I hate your face, I hate your face I wanna see you dead today [Hook: Ian Stone](x4) I'm sick to my stomach So sick to my stomach My stomach I need some help