Sick Stew Lyrics - Buck 65

with the force of a collision and the flames of a bonfire 

rages the yin and yang, my right hand von squire. 

snake brother, consimate professional take cover, 

confessional, the seeker, four elements, the make-lover. 

rhythm method, shuns irrelevance with the quickness and discipline, 

strive through the sickness and health. 

you see what happens when a wandering soul gets stuck and freezes, 

the mind diseases and is left to consider fuckin' jesus, 

but as long as we have daylight to guide us and juices to drink 

for the body and the brain has excuses to think, 

until the glass shatters while the scents of windex linger 

dissin' punks for the record with a mangled index finger. 

packin' fans up in the spot with hoes and clappin' hands 

or else he's at the hardware store and probably rackin' cans 

and while sixtoo be out bombin' on the lines of locomotion, 

i try to teach him what i know about the kinds of show promotion. 

the return of the listener teaches on the topic of female sex 

instead of dissin' at peaches, pay attention to details next. 

having no equipment is a hassle 

but he can pull a couple thousand dollars out his asshole. 

drinking shitty liquor, talkin' like a city slicker, 

just a day in the life of the big titty gripper. 

you're gettin' clobbered by robert, the diligent never swingin' with chicks who 

only want a quick screw and nothin' else, it's sixtoo.