I won't go back 'Cause I'm sick of the person I used to be So stressed out, burned out, living in my agony Hated all the words that they said to me So I jacked up, blacked out, wasted all those memories 'Cause I'm sick of you I'm sick of me I'm sick of

Once I desire, eternity has come Pull back, the tale is black, all we have to die You say so, I am invading vision, satisfy Once I look back, so miracle On a crib with the night Sensation, call me to die Look down, we have to sow and all waits to say go

Yeah you had to, you gotta back me up like one more time Like I was just feeling that too much, I was too hype You know what I mean, like niggas knew we went out Like I was lying, I got blood in my eyes I can't see (Blood in my eyes) Fuck that shit I'm

Take it back, take it way back Take it way way back to the first black man Long ago before the white man could paint The black man with a gun in his hand Take it way way back to the first white man At the very moment when they looked around And said fuck

Oh yea I tried to walk away But you kept coming back for more But you kept coming back Oh, the walking dead have rose again Oh, hell is rolling, 'round the end Oh yea tried to walk away But you kept coming back, You kept coming back for more Say what you

Back on the scene Crispy and clean Slaughterhouse! back on the scene Here we go yo, here we go Pick it up yo, here we go Slaughterhouse family, ridin' like a taxi And yeah, I'm like Dres, I am like the black sheep

Don't draw the line Honey, I ain't through with you The harder the better (let's do it 'til) We're black and blue Black and blue Slip n' slide, push it in Bitch sure got the rhythm I'm holding back, yeah, I got control Hooked into her system

Pull yourself together 'Cause no one heard your name It's better late than never And if I take forever To put you back together Face right, face left

Let there be rock In the beginning Back in nineteen fifty five Man didn't know about a rock 'n' roll show And all that jive The white man had the smoltz The black man had the blues No one knew what they was gonna do But Tchaikovsky had the news

Fuck these backpackers Runnin' this thang, money insane Busy getting brain like Krang What, what's my name in the woods got these niggas usin' Mapquest Alright it's Childish baby, Mr. Talk About His Dick Again Nerdy ass black kid, whatever man, I'm sick