Walk Away (Remix)

Lyrics

[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