Retro Omatro - Sicko Mode Lyrics

"Yeah"
'Retro Omatro'
"Brrrrrrrr"

Came down from the outer space...
On my road to make it hot its how i lace...
These folks dont know who they trynna fool...
But i have been patient though and acted cool...
They dont know...
Yeah, they dont know("they dont know bitch!")
Its f*ckin sicko mode("brrrrrr")
Yeah, here i go here i go...
Bout to blow, bout to blow bitch!...

Here im back from start brat youll try to break me you a lumberjack
Cant go against me ohh how sad, i lay you dead your career's in my hands, hoes!
Im the champ, now recognize me with my own stance
Dancing around sagging down my pants
Dont you stare at me nor take a glance ohh damn!
Who you are? where you at? f*ck all you do is mumble rap
You saying bullshit and i impact, we in the middle of a crowd about to backlash
Yeah, you better step back...

Shining i been rollin, so why dont we gain forth
Im goin all the way somewhere else, bitch im going on a Louis roll
Yeah, f*ck the bullshit, f*ck what you doing
I dont really care if yall wanna sue mehh
I really dare one of you to aside
Bitch im on, im electrified ehhhh

Why you bitches always trynna trouble me
Why i gotta make a diss for yall to rest in peace ohh...
F*ck you all!
Bitch im going on a sicko mode...

Yo, something yall dont know about me fans i like it when yall call me sick in the head
My music is f*ckin mind blowing, i target you with my scope when i notice
Keep talking shit cuz you bitches be drawlin, yall see on the top yeah ballin
One day one day, yeah yeah yeahhh i promise!
Bitch you better look at me straight, respect dont phase or youll be shot in your face
Yall bout to know im the greatest while you my prey
Yall a fake ima leopard im winning this race, yall waste of space
Im calling out every fake rapper to challenge me my bars will get you locked up until you decay
Bitch ima let it rain!

Yeah, i got one two three four five six seven eight nine niggas wanna war
Ten crackers on the floor, thirteen blood and gore, fifteen made a bore
Sixteen labradors, seventeen closed their doors, eighteen motherf*ckers dead in a row
Eighteen motherf*ckers calling out for their graves like the ones before!

One two three four five six seven eight nine bitches wanna f*ck
Ten gingers wanna lust, eighteen under the bus, eighteen trynna fuss
Lately i gotta rush, beat y'all f*ckin putz
Just like i did many times before!...

Yall know what it is...
Diss track comin soon bitches, hahha (brrrr)

Pharoah!