Chours:

Y'all gonna get your head stomped Stomped Stomped
Y'all gonna get your chest popped Popped Stomped
Y'all gonna get to meet God,
Your God
Should have never came you better RUN RUN RUN

Y'all gonna get your throats cut
Cut Cut
Y'all gonna get your eyes shut
Shut Shut
Y'all gonna get to breathe blood
Your blood

Should have never came you better, RUN RUN RUN

Verse 1:

CHRIS:
Yall fucked up now, you're fucking running your mouth
You stepped into the asylum and there is no way out
You clowned up on the wrong kid, yeah you did
Now you're gonna get your skin ripped you silly bitch
We don't get down like normal gangsters
We pack clothshangers with dripping fetus and barbed wire jackets and rusty razors
Put them all into the skin of these Abcrombie fly wanksters
Wipe my ass with missing posters, the monster is me gets forced out

UGLY:

I'm going to write you into an exqusite, explicit story, like a so sick stage, knives twiriling, bloody and gory

DREW:

A big line of krell will kill the smell of her body decaying I'm lysol spraying, praying, saying this wasn't supposed to happen

UGLY:

She should have never opened her yap She tap danced on death traps Pissing on this corner will only get her a skin graph

DREW:

Hey Ugly, time for one more line Grab the shovels and a bag of lime A murderous mastermind Staying true to the So Sick grind

Pre Chours:

Oh good the devils here
He wants to wish you well
Don't cry, this is what you started
Say goodbye to the life you once lived
Oh good the devils here
He wants to wish you well
Don't cry, just scream for mercy
Say goodbye to your final memory

CHOURS

Verse 2:

CHRIS:

Yo I love it when they step to me, their grandmas clench their rosaries

DREW:

Fuck the penitentary, that sentence was a joke to me

UGLY:

I rip the stitches out of her mouth, I watch the blood leak out

CHRIS:

Bully me now when your corpse rots in the ground

DREW:

Never second guessing, murder charges pending

UGLY:

I'm despicable, miserable, I'll put you in the hospital

CHRIS:

Have the angels calling down, cuz all of em fallin down

DREW:

Step up to the club you better RUN RUN RUN

PRE CHOURS
CHOURS

OUTRO:
Come meet the devil
Come meet the devil
Come meet the devil
Call me the devil
Welcome your devil
RUN RUN RUN

With your greased back hair, your tight designer jeans, think you're VIP, you better,
RUN RUN RUN
With your fake assed tits, driving daddys new car you star fucking bimbos better,
RUN RUN RUN
Yeah musclebound head, pump your chest superman, in your tight disel shirts you better
RUN RUN RUN
If you aint kickin it, straight so sickin it, grab your fuckin preacher and
RUN RUN RUN