SMBU

Testicular torsion, outline you in chalk
You can't handle the distortion, you got me so pissed off
Fuckboy, got no poise, I like making noise
Wop, wop, wop, wop, wo-o-o—, wop
Caged like a dog, justice, never get up
Don't sit there and stare, bitch, do a chin-up
Cuts wrapped in gauze
Psychosomatic, me, I feel like Prodigy

Smack my bitch up
Smack my bitch up
Smack my bitch up
Smack my—
Smack my bitch up
Smack my bitch up
Smack my bitch up

Rotten teeth from Reds
Blame the fucking mic, got him leakin' from the head
Maybe I'm already dead
Decomposed, ignore the smell from the shed
Don't play no games sickle, psycho, cell
Damn, I hatе the sound that's in my head, need a six-pack
I go Minor Threat, I'm seeing rеd
This shit go my way like Sid said
And when I'm out of cigarettes (Yeah)

Smack my bitch up
Smack my bitch up
Smack my—
Smack my bitch up
Smack my bitch up