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letra de flu-like symptoms - even heathens

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[chorus: illtemper]
when i say sick, i say we sick like that
i’m talkin’ flu-like symptoms, how we live like that
yeah, we the sickest, threw up in this b-tch
we so sick that we p-ss pus out of our d-ck

[verse 1: illtemper]
temper put the baby in the dryer, hear that thumpin’ sound
gettin’ salad tossed, degraded, it’s coming down
i spy where my liver stink, got something brown
swished like you l!ckin’ your mouth, it’s so f-ckin’ loud
oh lady love the dookie, hear this cuttin’ cow
go to town on my digest, make your husband proud
i know he dead but so am i, puff an ounce
suck this fellow like he jеll-o, suck up this chow
i’ve been feedin’ since an abortion revеal parties
makin’ ’em cute little hats when i feel artsy
go on family vacations when i steal rvs
flat-chested neighbor hates me, she a real marcy (al!)
then again i’m a grump that can deal hardly
eats out of the roadk!ll, every meal dark meat
bad driver that cuts the wheels sharply
youngest in the car seat, writing ill with a teal sharpie

[chorus: illtemper]
when i say sick, i say we sick like that
i’m talkin’ flu-like symptoms, how we live like that
yeah, we the sickest, threw up in this b-tch
we so sick that we p-ss pus out of our d-ck
when i say sick, i say we sick like that
i’m talkin’ flu-like symptoms, how we live like that
yeah, we the sickest, threw up in this b-tch
we so sick that we p-ss pus out of our d-ck
[verse 2: king gordy]
i am sick and insane, spit at your brain
cut your d-ck off, feed it to you off pure cocaine
you can’t f-ck with the even heathens
we will f-ck your family to seize this evening
as we meet ’em and we greet ’em, put the pistol where they breathin’
kidnap ’em and make your sister l!ck all of our s-m-n
just some demons who head ain’t right
met your momma on christian mingle, i’ll take a flight
to nebraska to ask her out for the night
then k!ll your mother in the woods ’cause the p-ssy didn’t feel right
a f-ckin’ psychopath drinkin’ f-ckin’ mother’s blood
then bust a nut, then i laugh, onto the next one
onto – onto – onto the next one, everything is a f-cking victim, leave his f-ckin’ neck hung
in a tree, you don’t want this sh-t, b-tch, i’m the king (k-i-n-g!)

[chorus: illtemper]
when i say sick, i say we sick like that
i’m talkin’ flu-like symptoms, how we live like that
yeah, we the sickest, threw up in this b-tch
we so sick that we p-ss pus out of our d-ck
when i say sick, i say we sick like that
i’m talkin’ flu-like symptoms, how we live like that
yeah, we the sickest, threw up in this b-tch
we so sick that we p-ss pus out of our d-ck

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