Lyrics Sick Freestyle - Adi!

Pull up if he talking shit
Ima hit a lick
If he make the wrong decision
Then I'll leave him in a ditch

Pull up if he talking shit
Ima hit a lick
You know ima let it blast
Even if I'm fucking sick
If he make the wrong decision
Then I'll leave him in a ditch
Leave him burning, leave him hurt
Leave him six feet in the dirt
On that murder shit
Gotta plan every single step
I shot him once, shot him twice
Then I step on his chest
Like who the fuck are you
You be steppin up to the best
I'm speaking on the truth
I think that I gotta wear a vest

And it's bullet proof
I'm the villain
Scooby doo
You're in my movie
Who are you
Just go away
Just go and shoo
Feeling like the outcast
Every single day of my life
I don't think that you get it
I don't need your fucking advice
Distracted by the media
On your mother fuckin device
Important like the president
But you know that I'm not vice
A simple topic but they scratchin
They heads like they got lice
Making songs so that everyone
Can understand but it won't suffice

Pull up if he talking shit
Ima hit a lick
You know ima let it blast
Even if I'm fucking sick
If he make the wrong decision
Then I'll leave him in a ditch
Leave him burning, leave him hurt
Leave him six feet in the dirt
On that murder shit
Gotta plan every single step
I shot him once, shot him twice
Then I step on his chest
Like who the fuck are you
You be steppin up to the best
I'm speaking on the truth
I think that I gotta wear a vest

I was that depressed kid
That no one would talk to
They would look at me
And maybe even mock too
With the speed, hit the gas
One two three
Launching like a space ship
Hit him in the head
Yeah I hit him with that stainless
He not making sense boy
I think that he brainless
Put him in the river
And now he lookin nameless
John Doe
Oh no, where'd he go
Shut the fuck up
Shut the fuck up hoe

Heart beating on the ground
Like my name Allan Poe
If we playing a game
Then we playing tic tac toe
Ima hit him in his face
Ima hit him in his toe
Ima put him on the ground
Ima stomp him on the floor
Now he mumbling
He don't make any fucking sense
I hit him in his head
And I think a left a couple dents
With them bullet holes
Them bullets looking kind of dense
A reference to one of my songs
I left him in the Past Tense
Left him the past
Ima hit the gas
Now we going fast
Ima let it blast
Ima hit him with the fucking spikey shit
Hit him with the lance
You know that it hit
Hit him in his lip
And I had to free fire from my hip, ay
Six shots from a sick shooter
Not a six shooter
I'm a sick shooter
Lemme spell it out for you
S-I-C-K shooter
Not S-I-X shooter

Pull up if he talking shit
Ima hit a lick
You know ima let it blast
Even if I'm fucking sick
If he make the wrong decision
Then I'll leave him in a ditch
Leave him burning, leave him hurt
Leave him six feet in the dirt