Besedila:
My Ruin Sick With It

? Sick with it. Sick with it. Sick with it, sick with it... It's inside me I feel it growing nowhere to hide my anger's showing [repeat chorus]

ritual? Sick with it. Sick with it. Sick with it, sick with it... It's inside me I feel it growing nowhere to hide my anger's showing [repeat chorus

be sick Thought she was my Annie Hall Or at least Ali MacGraw Now I feel so wilted, it's a famine affair The whole attempt with shawty Just put trash in my

It was me, my brother, my mom, oh, my pop, and my little sister All hopped in the car We headed downtown to the Gallery Mall My mom started bugging with

like darkened clothing somehow stained with silence and with fear. Death had brought its separation, giving me an education of a dull and slowly drifting day. I filled my emptiness with

suck it Diddley is always doing shit, destructive and I ruin shit You stepping, pack your weapon fucking with the Bad-N-Fluenz clique Fuck it, it's

broke up with what's her face I'm a different man, kiss my ass Kiss my lips, bitch why ask? Kiss my dick, hit my cash I'd rather have you whip my ass

a convulsion Anyone can play this game This is my dance, y'all, Humpty Hump's my name No two people will do it the same Ya got it down when ya appear

with a sick mind trapped in thick bitch frame (ooh yeah) Drug you with strychnine and I drinks you drunk and it's my kidney you dick brain I'm just itching