3-BANGER
Well you found me, I never went and looked for you
I know our face, but what's your name?
Huh, I guess it really don't matter
You sought me, but your already know everything
You see, I'm always the same
When I feel sick, I make a sound like this…
You hound me; you try to turn me upside down
You try to stick me where I live
But you see, I can move it
You can't stop me, I'm gonna do “what I do”
To you
And it's always the same
What's all this? I think I'm feeling sick…
You astound me, you bust in here and you act like that
One thing is always …the same…and it's YOU
Well you mocked me; you'd better hope someone finds you
I guess there's always… a stain
This is it, cuz now I'm sick of THIS…