That Sickness chords and lyrics - X-RAIDED

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[Verse 1]
[A]From the depths of hell,
comes [Am]a motherfuckin' bitch killer
[A]The diary of a madman,
in case you [Am]didn't know you fuck[A]in' with a psycho
A crazy [Dm]nigga [Bb]write some
psychoactive [Bbm]nigga shit
[Ab]Killin' bitches and niggas I actually
think I [Bbm]think I get with [Ab]this
Figurin' that they kiss a [Db]dick style,
could ever [Bbm]come close
[Db]She the nigga who's known for poppin'
[Bb]the motherfuckin' [Ab]most
Voices in my head [Db]is the
[Bb]reason that I'm killin'
[Db]I'm lovin' the way my [Ab]nine split
your [Db]ass up [Bb]like a p[Bbm]rism
[Ab]I'm crazy as fuck,
you [Db]shoulda [Dm]known I'm [Bb]hella [Db]loco
If you [Ab]fuck with me I guarantee
I'm [Bb]gonna smoke
[Ab]Yo ass, cause I blast with my 9m[Bbm]m
[Db]If I can't beat ya, the ga[Bbm]p will defeat ya
[Ab]If my bullet reach ya,[Bbm]
straight to your forehead
[Db]You're dead and you're gray,
it's [Bbm]time to meet
Grim
Reaper
[Ab]A nigga like the
X -Lope, no [Bb]joke [Bbm]though, so [Db]ho -fo
Y 'all [Ab]ho, I let the bitch killer go
[Db]and [Bbm]turn int[Ab]o a nympho
But no, I [Bb]don't [Dm]think [Bb]so,
I [Db]gots to kill all [Ab]bitches
Is it cause I'm [Bb]crazy or living
[Ab]with that sickness?
That sickness,
[Bbm]that cure? [Db]I really[Bbm] don't think [Db]there is one
The only [Ab]way to [Db]cure yours[Bb]elf
is to suck a [Ab]chronic kiss on
And I am not the [Bb]wizard
[Bbm]to go out lik[Db]e a pizza
[Ab]I gu[Db]ess I'm gonna die from that sickness,
I'm dizzin'
[Db]My sickness, my sickness,
I'm [Bbm]out to ge[Db]t paid
If you gots to rip up [Bb]shit,
I'm [Ab]slayin' razor blades
Cause I don't [Bb]give a [Dm]fuck
[Db]who you [Bbm]fuck up
Just [Db]reach down deep, my nigga,
and give that [E]buck up
A [Ab]heights nigga,
[Bbm]own th[Dm]at money and po[Db]wer, trisnip
You gotta let your nuts hang,
cause mine is [Bb]straight from cement
[Bbm]It's t[Ab]hat sickness,[Db]
I gotta kill a cracker with the quickness
Like walkin' to his house like a stranger
I [Ab]grab the white [Db]bitch by
her neck out of anger
The husband came in,
I seen him peck a wood steppin'
[Ab]I didn't say shit,[Db]
I let the tech do the checkin'
The site was scant,
it's the way I left these motherfuckers
I [Ab]lynched them both,
and [Dm]had them hangin' f[Db]rom a [Bbm]rubber
[Db]S .A[Ab] .C. [Db]is great good wit[Bbm]h that[Bb] sickle[Bbm]
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[A]Born in the motherfuckin' gardens
[Am]Baby killin' till there's blood
all over the room
Kickin' [A]that deuce folks shit
and smokin' niggas for the
The [E]funkless kick[Db]s in,
that nigga that [E]nigga that raised the shit
[Db]Rips the rivets, the nigga that sickness click[E]s,
my nigga the [Db]roughness rips
And I'm [D]what you call a
[E]motherfuckin' [Db]prophet
Motherfuckers want the rip
style but [E]ain't [Db]said shit
I got them [D]niggas [C#]on the f[E]end,
give them a [C#]little to fuck with
And have them niggas fiendin'
for the substance
Niggas that smoke spliff but
won't develop a sickness lynch
A ignored nigga, check first,
[E]I hel[C#]d him at gunpoint
Broke raw, the motherfuckin'
baby killer's gun smoke
Lead straight to the baby's head,
my nostrils flare
Veins peak,
the [C#]motherfuckin' nine [Dm]went boom
[C#]Brains leak,
the nigga let your sickness kick in
[Bbm]Thump [G#]from the wretch of
the baby [C#]brains
Leakin' from the crumb,
you won't know what's goin' on
Unless you beat the nigga deep,
verse the [G#]funk of it
So [C#]when I get to 12,
gauge and start pumpin' it
Infants and desolates fiend
for [G#]death to hit lean
[C#]Rip the clip mean,
rip the shit out of a nigga's spleen
Full of faux hate,
Mickey's on my 08
[G#]Drink[C#] in' motherfuck dink,
smokin' niggas up crank
Slingin' ass nigga from the
Deuce folk [G#]gar dens
[C#]Give him a bit of a wicked
nigga to rip in 12 hardened
It's a sickness,
that nigga chaos hit me with the greens [G#]and shit
[C#]And I gave birth,
wicked with that motherfuckin' sickness
Sickness, sickness,
sickness, sickness
Stealin' all my oats and
start with heroin,
God's my witness
Stealin' a life that's fucked,
my child is sick, but that's my business
Ask me how I'm livin', [C#]but I never say
If I was a tailor,
then you wouldn't listen anyway
An 84 gang of niggas from
LA came I put my quarter in the
slot to start the dope
game I got the plug and then
I hooked up with my
partner
E
We hit the books, we hit the spot, location
was the
G
One with that sickness,
oh that sickness
runnin' through my blood
Endangered island, I reside and give the
view my love
If you have that sickness,
that sickness make
you blast with the quickness
Same mistake with the intentions of the
hickas
Cause every weekend at the club,
niggas comin'
there
With they fuckin' .22s bustin' in the air
A little something from young
Meek to make the bitches holla
I'll send this shit out to myself, the
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[Bbm]Baller[C#][Bbm][G#]
[A]My nig[Am]ga
Pee
Wee
Luck
Finna kick that killer shit,
you know what I'm sayin'?
[A]Niggas crazy as fuck,
and dyin' of that [C#]sickness[Bbm]
[C#]That sickness, that [Bbm]sickness kicks in[G#]
[C#]Sis k on my breath,
now I'm hittin' the final [C#]jam
Drunk as fuck, will I last to the morrow?
[G#]Begg[C#]ars and punes,
now I'm livin' in the bop
[C#]The bop
Time's up, caught slippin' in [E]a fantasy,
[G#]my gun
Brain gone
No sense of [C#]reality, sane or insane
Which one will a nigga [G#]try?[C#]
187, I'm seein' psycho
in people's eyes
Split personality,
now it's time for a fuckin' change
Low swin' in [C#]the dark and I don't
know my [C#]fuckin' name
Deeper and deeper into the bottle,
I'm thinkin' about suicide
Tellin' the next nigga to tell the truth,
I don't wanna [C#]die
I sit cryin' in the corner,
shit got me trippin'
Grab my nine for some land
I got your clip, we can't be slippin'
Slapped ex[C#]tra clippin',
nobody here to stop me
[C#]Psycho killin'
Pee -wee, and
Pee -wee wants to pop me
[C#]Nine to the head and I'm
drippin' sweat
[C#]Psycho, you won't do it
[C#]Said we love you, bet?
In the [C#]corner, still trip[C#]pin'
Thoughts keep on crowdin' me
I'm at the [C#]point of no return
What's up?
I'm [A]out[Am]
That sickness,
[Bbm]I kill 50 people and they hauntin' me
I sit in the middle of a [C#]storm with
some candles lit
Thinkin', may[Bbm]be I should do that,
it's killin' me softly
My brain is donin',
it ain't comin' back, I coulda swore
I saw my nigga
Psycho standin' over me
I know it wasn't him,
cause he's been buried for a week
[C#]The silence of the b[Bbm]lack sheep,
deep in the middle of the night
I start to sweat,
window wide open with two hoes in my [Bbm]neck
And can't nobody tell me shit flow
Cause every time I close my eyes,
I hear
[C#]Psycho say
Yo, cuz, I thought we had a deal
Mouth wrapped around the
barrel when I taste steel