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I'm Sick
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morbid raw RAPhop, reality checked, irish motherfucker with an imagineation,..and an opinion, my hate shows all in every song.,...,
SUP! wut up My names Jaymes, but go by 0utsyder when rappin and rhymeing,..i live in Cork City, in ireland,.. ,..my hip hop is horrorcore hip hop, inspired by such bands as ICP,Twiztid,Ill Bill,Non Phixion, Mr Hyde, Q strange, and Necro,.., i record whenever i can. any Mc's out their who wanna chat, exchange opinions, teKniques, or rhymes,then id lvoe to chat, id like to do some music wit other Mc's so if your feelin my shiy, hit me up, ,well thats it,...i have MSN if anyone cares to chat...peace,
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Genre
Hip-Hop Hardcore Rap
Charts
Peak #5,439
Peak in subgenre #823
Author
0utsyder
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0utsyder©
Uploaded
January 06, 2005
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for all that dont know me, im sick, im sick, a sychopath thats lonely, im sick, im sick, ill watch you and stalk you, im sick, im sick, then watch the cops chalk round you, im sick..im sick, ill murder a man, with a murderous plan, and i. cut his neck and i wont give a damn, cuz you, dont understand im a murderin man, i gotta, dull blade in the palm of my hand, and ill, cut your neck, leave you drippin with blood, then ill, finish you off like i said that i would, and ill, dispose of the body deep in the woods, then ill feel better cause i did wut i could, cuz im , twistid, sick, i think im insane, gotta, killer streak deep in my brain, i have a, murderous itch, from deep in my veins, the handle of my knive is covered in blood stains when i, hear the voices, i gott do wut they say, i must, pick a victem and kill him that day, i gotta, murder him dead, and watch his body dekay, i will, visit the body day after day, i like, to spill your blood, see it dripping and red, i vision, needles and pins sickin outta your head, i picture your body battered body, lifeless and dead, i will, slice him up, you know wut i said, for all that dont know me, im sick, im sick, a sychopath thats lonely, im sick, im sick, ill watch you and stalk you, im sick, im sick, then watch the cops chalk round you, im sick..im sick, ill, kidnapp your wife and rape her in a blade, and ill, look in her eyes and watch her life fade, it wasnt me its the voices that made, me do, all of these thnigs,you begged me not to do, i must, feed the hunger growing with in, i must, cut your flesh and perice through your skin, and when, i do it, gotta do it again, until, your fuckin body is lifeless and grim, u can, call me a freak, sick fuckin freak, until, i lose control, flip out and tweak, and ill, jump on you and stab holes in your cheek, then just, sit back as it and watch blood start to leak, cause im, not the kinda person you fuck wit, im a, stick of dinomite with the fuckin fuse lit, i will, tie you down, and have your fuckin throat slit, then ill, bend you over and watch your blood drip, i will, stalk you for weeks, watch you leave the house, then ill, creep inside and torture your spouse, i will, tie him down make him beg for his life, as i, stand above him with six kitchen knives, then ill, cut him once, cut him twice and stab, grab his face and then start to jab, then ill leave again,but leave a little note, attached, to your husbands bloody cut up throat, it says, you are so pretty, one day you'll be mine, you will, be the next, to witness my crime, gunna, make it painful, sinful and slow, gunna, make it hurt, like you dont know, so until, then bitch, have a nice day, but when, you go to bed, you better pray, for all that dont know me, im sick, im sick, a sychopath thats lonely, im sick, im sick, ill watch you and stalk you, im sick, im sick, then watch the cops chalk round you, im sick..im sick, im sick, i admit it, its true, i have, crazy thoughts about murderin you, i think, about them all as i lay in bed, as i sit and talk to the voice in my head, i dont even know, who im talkin to, but still it tells me to murder you, its, talkin bout chainsaws and razorblades, it wants, to see your blood, in 10 differint shades, so i, gotta to wut the voice tells me to, i gotta, hunt you down, liek im stalkin my food, and then, knock you out cold, with some colroform, then ill, beat your body until its deformed, i will, kick the living shit outta you, and when you, wake up, you wont know wut to do, you find you, self, gagged and tied to a bed, while im, preforming surgury inside your head, i will, remove your brain then beat you some more, then ill, open your chest and start to exploer, i will, remove your organs liver and heart, with a , scalple, ill slice your insides apart, then ill close you up with a needle and thred, i will, take your brain for the thoughts in your
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