War, them all want war, them all want war
Wicked sickness, no cure, them not here
Break dance battles at Shampoo
Black and Mild ashes flickin' right at you
Records at Armands, drinkin' those car bombs, eyes like Sauron, fligkin' right at you
Spill drink on Fluid floor, John Forte when Fugees Score
Fun like Ronin, not like rodent
Life will exist while I shit on opponents
You were never at the Khyber, La Taza, The Tritone
Mill Creek Tavern, livin' on your iPhone
Philippine divide dough, North Star bar we all cake up
House parties, underground Omni, white boy day in a room full of Yardies
Sippin' that sake, never been cocky
Never met a mother f*ckin' beat I couldn't body
Them all want war, them all want war, them all want war
Wicked sickness, no cure, them not here
Old dad dropped the jewels, but the jewel is so pure
Make the sickness, sell the cure
Them all want war, them all want war, them all want war
Wicked sickness, no cure, them not here
That where I be, the kid's nice and he holds swords
Make the sickness, sell the cure
Castro, no carbon copy
Came here in an old jalopy
Pulled by twin rottweilers
One was King, the other Joffrey
I'm killed Kaiju, armed with razor haikus
Escaping Overlook Hotels, I'm chased by paid dues
Played all them 5 Spots, live band or laptop
Plastic bucket, beat box, or D-Brown on the black top
Always no look, head-first
Crowd morph: Blue universe
Red, Black and Green blood
Left on every stage I church
Them all want war, them all want war, them all want war
Wicked sickness, no cure, them not here
Old dad dropped the jewels, but the jewel is so pure
Make the sickness, sell the cure
Them all want war, them all want war, them all want war
Wicked sickness, no cure, them not here
That where I be, the kid's nice and he holds swords
Make the sickness, sell the cure
William J. Sullivan - Make the Sickness (A Cappella) Lyrics
William J. Sullivan - Make the Sickness (A Cappella) Lyrics
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War, them all want war, them all want war
Wicked sickness, no cure, them not here
Break dance battles at Shampoo
Black and Mild ashes flickin' right at you
Records at Armands, drinkin' those car bombs, eyes like Sauron, fligkin' right at you
Spill drink on Fluid floor, John Forte when Fugees Score
Fun like Ronin, not like rodent
Life will exist while I shit on opponents
You were never at the Khyber, La Taza, The Tritone
Mill Creek Tavern, livin' on your iPhone
Philippine divide dough, North Star bar we all cake up
House parties, underground Omni, white boy day in a room full of Yardies
Sippin' that sake, never been cocky
Never met a mother f*ckin' beat I couldn't body
Them all want war, them all want war, them all want war
Wicked sickness, no cure, them not here
Old dad dropped the jewels, but the jewel is so pure
Make the sickness, sell the cure
Them all want war, them all want war, them all want war
Wicked sickness, no cure, them not here
That where I be, the kid's nice and he holds swords
Make the sickness, sell the cure
Castro, no carbon copy
Came here in an old jalopy
Pulled by twin rottweilers
One was King, the other Joffrey
I'm killed Kaiju, armed with razor haikus
Escaping Overlook Hotels, I'm chased by paid dues
Played all them 5 Spots, live band or laptop
Plastic bucket, beat box, or D-Brown on the black top
Always no look, head-first
Crowd morph: Blue universe
Red, Black and Green blood
Left on every stage I church
Them all want war, them all want war, them all want war
Wicked sickness, no cure, them not here
Old dad dropped the jewels, but the jewel is so pure
Make the sickness, sell the cure
Them all want war, them all want war, them all want war
Wicked sickness, no cure, them not here
That where I be, the kid's nice and he holds swords
Make the sickness, sell the cure
Wicked sickness, no cure, them not here
Break dance battles at Shampoo
Black and Mild ashes flickin' right at you
Records at Armands, drinkin' those car bombs, eyes like Sauron, fligkin' right at you
Spill drink on Fluid floor, John Forte when Fugees Score
Fun like Ronin, not like rodent
Life will exist while I shit on opponents
You were never at the Khyber, La Taza, The Tritone
Mill Creek Tavern, livin' on your iPhone
Philippine divide dough, North Star bar we all cake up
House parties, underground Omni, white boy day in a room full of Yardies
Sippin' that sake, never been cocky
Never met a mother f*ckin' beat I couldn't body
Them all want war, them all want war, them all want war
Wicked sickness, no cure, them not here
Old dad dropped the jewels, but the jewel is so pure
Make the sickness, sell the cure
Them all want war, them all want war, them all want war
Wicked sickness, no cure, them not here
That where I be, the kid's nice and he holds swords
Make the sickness, sell the cure
Castro, no carbon copy
Came here in an old jalopy
Pulled by twin rottweilers
One was King, the other Joffrey
I'm killed Kaiju, armed with razor haikus
Escaping Overlook Hotels, I'm chased by paid dues
Played all them 5 Spots, live band or laptop
Plastic bucket, beat box, or D-Brown on the black top
Always no look, head-first
Crowd morph: Blue universe
Red, Black and Green blood
Left on every stage I church
Them all want war, them all want war, them all want war
Wicked sickness, no cure, them not here
Old dad dropped the jewels, but the jewel is so pure
Make the sickness, sell the cure
Them all want war, them all want war, them all want war
Wicked sickness, no cure, them not here
That where I be, the kid's nice and he holds swords
Make the sickness, sell the cure
Writer: Kinte McDaniel, Stephen Zales
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, O/B/O DistroKid