Filthy Frank
Pull Your Sick Bag Out
[Intro]
Pull your sick bag out, because this, is fucking needed...

(We blended up children, swag)

[Verse 1: Sideshow Brian]
Started thinking about a normal life
The type of life that doesn't involve wrists or knives
The type of life that has your wife beating you with a rusty pipe
The type of life that has your wife beating you with a rusty pipe
It doesn't sound good but that's a regular relationship
The one that has you beat up and let down by all the Xanie trips
Snorting up recyclable, papers printed residuals
I am legend, the only pedestrian circled in individuals
From the minds that brought you the Versailles treaty
Catch you up on Rap Genius, burning after reading
Fire in the middle of a forrest ridden with a drought
I am the contortionist, shoving limbs in every spout
Hook you up to a sprinkler and dance around in the bloody rain
They say I'm majorly retarded, but I'm a major pain
Catch me up on animal planet picking bitches scalps for lice
A little chocolate sprinkle for my fucking vanilla ice
They say I'm nutty, I guess I'm a little pecan
Cash flow, cash it, oh, where'd my fucking money go? (Huh?)
Blended up children, swag
I punch her in the stomach, I ain't out to be a dad
This the only life I have
Dale, where you at dude? I need another clue
Because the only thing I got now is dirty sketcher shoes
Obama wanted change so I'm fucking dropping dimes
I got the scythe, human crops, I think it's fucking harvest time
When the sling blade works in ways that's so wicked
We all, (die, die, die, die, die die!)
[Hook] x4
We blended up children, swag

[Verse 2: Dale Nasty]
Pull your sick bag out when you smell my chair
All the bitches puke when they see my pubic hair
I've been fucking bitches since the first day of day care
They all line up when they see me playing four square
Racing in my wheelchair, legs go around
Hoof a bitch in the cunt, knock her ass on the ground
Running over her face no one hears a sound
You can't hit a cripple, that's out of bounds
Don't got a phone, Dustin won't trust me
Dustin is crusty, my momma smells musty
My name's Dale Nasty, and all the bitches love me!

[Hook] x4
We blended up children, swag