🎵 Nausea Bluez // by The O [BKLYN]

4 ContributorsNausea Bluez Lyrics [Hook] Sick, sick Sick, sick Sick soul killer that’ll eat you up [Verse 1] Last night I puked for my whole generation Paranoia sweeps the nation Maybe needs an operation Yellow, black, brown or Caucasian Tastin’ the death, man, wastin’ your breath Man, can you taste it? This time everybody must get wasted Kentucky fried or flame-broiled, wherever I go my dreams they get tin-foiled Takin’ heads out like gout when I hallucinate and my fate like a body Gotti got With the cement-shoe blues But mine’s nausea, look so hard but I can’t see ya... [Chorus] I’m screamin’ in, this seemin’ in Just screamin’ and day-dreamin’ nausea [Verse 2] So, I was walkin’ down the street the other day Not LA, NJ, but anyway Some big, fat, ugly punk kid was steppin’ up to me, and I had no weapon, see Oh no, here it goes again Exchangin’ blows again, broken nose again From tryin’ to make some ends of the boring time to pass Punks would rather not sit around, they’d rather kick ass So, I switched my brain into combat mode and got ready to smoke this toad I said, it’s not my fault that you work the supermarket Not my fault that your best friend was a narc, it’s Not my fault that you dropped outta high school Not my fault that you didn’t use a rubber (bye fool!) Not my fault that your salary sucked Not my fault you're economically fucked It might be Bush’s, it might be Reagan's, it might be Clinton’s, they might be Satan’s All I know is that you wanna take it out on me (Fuck with yo’ style then get wicked, G!) [Verse 3] Bam! I smacked his ass dead in the head with a rock that I got from the ground While he’s lookin around At the nonsense, I said he’s in confusion So, I took a chance and now I be cruisin’ Yeah, when you’re Druggy G And you’re 5’3 and with no Uzi Then you must use the head only Now it’s my fault that you’re much more ugly Suburban, rich, the poor or the city kids Everyone I meet seems motherfuckin’ idiots [Chorus] I'm screamin’ in, just seemin’ in I’m screamin’ in, just seemin’ in I’m screamin’ in, just seemin’ in I’m screamin’ and day-dreamin’ nausea [Verse 4] Yeah, so fuck you motherfuckin’ hippies Deadheads, skinheads, Nazi pinheads Fuck you jocks and ravers, goths and geeks Fuck you all tomorrow, fuck you all in weeks Fuck you b-boys, why don’t you take a chill? Fuck you metal-heads, take yourselves and kill (word!) Fuck you pseudo-punk alternative rockers makin’ money You’re the same as all the rest, 'cept your hair’s kinda funny Fuck you indie-kids with your store-bought cool Fuck you trendy fools and you corporate tools Fuck you surf dudes always on quaaludes “Like, bad vibes, man!” Ad nauseam... Art fags, skate brats, mall rats, place mats Bitches what betrayed me, least I fuckin’ stayed free Before the bile overrunneth my cup Tell me, motherfuckers, shut the motherfuck up! Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP! [Refrain] (N-n-n-n-nausea N-n-n-n-nausea N-n-n-n-nausea N-n-n-n-nausea Nausea...) [Hook] Sick, sick Sick, sick Sick soul killer that’ll eat you up Sick, sick, sick Sick, sick Sick soul killer that'll eat you up