Stick It Up - Slaves On Dope

I CANNOT DESCRIBE

EVERYTHING THAT’S PASSED MY EYES

STILL I CRITICIZE

AND TRY TO ACT WISE

WHEN I’M WITH YOU

ALL MY DREAMS COME TRUE

YOU GOT SENT TO ME

IN A BOX OF NEGATIVITY

YOU’RE THE REASON I’M HERE TODAY

AND I CAN SAFELY SAY

I WOULDN’T HAVE IT ANY OTHER WAY

DON’T YOU LIE TO ME YOU COKE SNIFFING SLUT

I KNOW YOU HATE MY GUTS

COME ON, COME ON

STICK IT UP

COME ON, COME ON

GO

WHEN I RODE YOUR PLANE

YOU WERE THE MATCH FOR MY FLAME

DROVE ME INSANE

WITH YOUR FUCKING SILLY HEAD GAMES

YOU WERE NICE TO ME

'TILL THE MORNING

STUCK THAT KNIFE IN

MY BACK WITHOUT A WARNING

YOU LOOK AROUND

AND YOU RE-CREATE, I SAID MY SHIT

AND I SAID IT STRAIGHT

I STAYED THE FURTHEST I COULD FROM YOU

BECAUSE YOU WERE FUCKED UP

CLASS A CERTIFIED NUT

NOW YOU COME TO ME AND SAY

IT’S IN THE PAST

KISS MY ASS

COME ON, COME ON

STICK IT UP

COME ON, COME ON

GO

I’M BACK, DON’T YOU KNOW YOU CAN’T KILL ME

I COME BACK WITH THE FATTEST FLOW

BEFORE YOU CRY

DON’T ASK TO DIE

AND DON’T ASK ME

WHY

STICK IT UP