[Intro] [Driving, aggressive bassline: Dum-dum-dum-dum] [Dry snare hit: Whack!] [Taint speaking close to the mic, devoid of emotion] (It’s not me.) (It’s definitely you.) (I made a list.) (Sit down.) [Verse 1] You ran for the bus. I saw you run. You looked like a panic in a hot dog bun. (The Ick.) You used a coupon on a first date wine. You calculated the tip to the exact dime. (Tragic.) You pronounced "croissant" with a French accent. But you’re from Ohio, is that not what you meant. You clapped when the plane landed on the ground. I wanted to crash just to stop the sound. [Chorus] [Guitars scratch like broken glass] I got The Ick. (Sick.) It’s terminal, honey, it’s making me tick. It’s the way that you chew. It’s the shape of the shoe. I am suddenly violently over you. Don't touch me. Don't speak. You have the aura of a losing streak. The Ick. [Verse 2] You carry a backpack with both straps on. You look like a turtle on a suburban lawn. You called it "za" instead of pizza pie. I looked at the waiter and I wanted to die. (Check, please.) You wear white socks slips and a dressy pant. I’m trying to look, but I simply can't. You breathe through the mouth when you’re checking the phone. I’m dying of cringe in the danger zone. [Bridge] The Ick The Ick The Ick Ick Ick The Ick The Ick The Ick Ick Ick (one more!) The Ick The Ick Ick Ick [Chorus] [Guitars scratch like broken glass] I got The Ick. (Sick.) It’s terminal, honey, it’s making me tick. It’s the way that you chew. It’s the shape of the shoe. I am suddenly violently over you. Don't touch me. Don't speak. You have the aura of a losing streak. The Ick. [Outro] [Bassline fades] [Taint sighing] The Ick. The Ick Ick Ick. The Ick Ick Ick (Blocked.) [End] --------------------------- This is a remix of another work // All rights reserved ©2026
