[Intro]
Back the fuck up!
[Verse 1: ILL BILL]
Guzzle vodka like Russian Mafia
Start bar fights, the vibe our type
Drinkin' Irish car bombs 'til my mind's not right
Or better yet perfect, destroy hotel rooms and burn shit
We go to war for our right to party, perverted pussy poppin'
Drop it like it's hot, grimy in the spot
Bitch bend over to pop the Henny bottle in her twat
X rated when we get faded, we get high homie, elevated
My favorite way to celebrate it, mix liquors like a scientist
I hold a drink in еach hand, call me Iron Fist
Throw chairs when the DJ play Antе Up
We don't care, sipping rum out of the Stanley Cup
Never stop from sundown to sunrise, the fun never dies
We creatures of the night, sleep the day away, we never see the light
We live the vampire life, finger on the pulse of pulmonaries
Breakfast at 6PM, raw kush and Bloody Marys
[Pre-Chorus]
You should have walked away
'Cuz I'm not by myself
I'm begging you, don't be prey
Walk away, you can still walk away
[Chorus: Ironic]
Hey yo! Get your boots laced up tight
Tonight we getting into huge fights
Hey yo! Ain't coming home from the club
'Til some goon's covered in his own blood
A few screws loose with a huge set of nuts
Ain't nobody fucking with us (No!)
Ain't nobody fucking with us (Hell no!)
Ain't nobody fucking with us (Hell no!)
[Verse 2: Ironic]
I've been outnumbered, punked, wasted drunk, tasted my own blood
Waited for months to confront the one cunt that got me jumped in the first place
And laced his dome straight up with the base of a cold mug
Body slam grammar, watch you wavin' a banner
With the So Sick clique walkin' through the jam, armed and hammered
We the baddest, beatin' you with fists, I'm comin' back with a bat
You beat me with a bat, I'm speedin' back heated with a gat
And if I do that, you better be strapped, get a vest and take out your gat
'Cause I keep comin' back 'til one of us is dead, laid to rest in peace flat
Smashed with a pint glass, abused with a pool cue
Leave your mans taking a snooze under a bar stool
I tie up bitches and like to take pictures, flick a twenty sixer
On her tits and lick her nipples 'til they explicitly blister
Finish a Mickey and Jameson's, driving with visions of intoxicated violence
This is what you play on the way to heists, drive-bys and riots
[Chorus: Ironic]
Hey yo! Get your boots laced right, tight
Tonight we getting into huge fights
Hey yo! Ain't coming home from the club
'Til some punk's covered in his own blood
A few screws loose with a huge set of nuts
Ain't nobody fucking with us (No!)
Ain't nobody fucking with us (Hell no!)
Ain't nobody fucking with us
[Verse 3: Chris Sosick & Voodoo Drew]
We're the Children of The Corn with our flat brims and sickles
You walk past the table to point, stare, and giggle
No, we don't stand for that shit so better believe that
Jumped up and rushed you with smashed bottle fists
Punch your nose in your face, now a Proactiv bitch
Clean your head up off the bar rail, nod this down with two fists
I get a call to go and squat down and take a piss
Right on the top of your tough guy lips
It all started when you crossed the line
So I sparked it off with an empty bottle of Ballantine
Down to kiss your freakin' babe, she's a great valentine
Open up your guts so I can see inside your intestines
It's all over, you in a coma
From a stoner sippin' on a cold Corona
We sick of your persona
Maliciously vicious, So Sick is a militia
Finished my drink, then shoved my dick in your sister
[Outro]
The broken bones surround me
All I can recall are screams
Runnin' and shaken from blood, shaken from blood
Why didn't you just walk away from me? Yeah
Oh no, oh no
Oh no, oh no
Oh no, oh no
