[Intro: Warlord Colossus]
Sick in the motherfuckin', uh

[Verse 1: Warlord Colossus]
Sick in the motherfuckin' head
9 millimeter just tripled my threat
I got two bags on my flesh
Just wanna peel off my skin, end my dread
Looking like romeo red, sip that poison
Now romeo dead
Talking 'bout rumors but fuck what he said
I'm gonna bully gon sully his neck
Trust with that word, but I think it's a stretch
How you talk when I beat on your chest?

[Verse 2: Warlord Colossus]
I am so mighty, these voices just come to my aid
When they come from inside of my mind
I'm just so sick in my head, but I'll cry when I'm dead
When I'm rich and my family fed
I could see you jealous, gonna hit ‘em with the tape
I'm just getting stronger with my army, I'm a tank
Warlord gonna come and set it with the pace
How you gonna hit it when the body got the plate

[Verse 3: Istasha]
Tell them veins they got ailments
How you pave straight into my aim?
God, I’m drained, tow my thoughts
Right of the white cloth, soak, stained, draw blood
Cartilage like mud when I break off
Sever it straight to the sun like it’s Tycho
Catch ya itching for a stitch to pit the viscera
With issues that you cache to keep them guessing while you stressing out
[Chorus: Istasha]
Block my files
Run 'em down don’t need a backup
Corrupt that aisle, no one pass
They weed out, lost ideals survive
Block my files
Run 'em down don’t need a backup
Corrupt that aisle, no one pass
They weed out, lost ideals survive