When Did It Become Cool To Be A Sick f*ck? lyrics

[Intro]
And so it was written, young G-Mo was to set off on his quest to f*ck a couple of cows, and tip them over

[Verse 1]
Yo, when did it become cool to be a sick f*ck?
I'm on 23rd with six bucks to get my di*k sucked
Looking for the cheap b*tches
Found a crack whore with her teeth missin
But she did it for free, winning
Lasted three minutes, killed her in the worst way
To get my money back but I ain't pay her in the first place
According to this ID it's her birthday
Now she's in the furnace and I'm headed to the church play
I was born ill and I won't conform still
Too busy shootin' a porn film in a corn field
All you corny rappers need to get a force field
I let the sword spill your guts, show you how the floor feels
Tombstone pile-drive you on the cement
Now your ass is laid out and not breathing
Wake up in the street and you don't even remember the f*cking reason
Why you was there in the first place talking sh*t and beefing
All I want is a million views on YouTube
And a sloppy blowjob every blue moon
But instead I'm slept on like a p*ssy mattress
Big titty bad b*tches never give me action
Speakin' of action, I'm watching your house b*tch
And I don't like the outfit that you picked out, switch
Into the hot skirt, and the "I Love c*ck" shirt
But make sure you shave your twat first
I got the filth movin' like clockwork
There's no use in telling me stop sir
My potty mouth is bound to get a lot worse
Gave a horse an abortion, euthanized it and torched it
Had sex with both of the corpses and came to my performance
Covered in blood and organs, but still tore it down:
Like a poster of Justin Biebs
Mad tricks up my sleeve, David Blaine in his teens
When I leave, you haters come together like ass cheeks
And talk as much sh*t as you can through your damn teeth
But keep speaking, I'll hide your spouse
In the motherf*cking dungeon inside my house
Come back after a week, untie her mouth
Then face f*ck the b*tch 'till her eyes pop out
Motherf*cker!