[Verse 1]
Sticks and Stones
Break my bones
Take me out my comfort zone
Walk with me
Down the road
almost there, it’s getting cold
I can hold my own
but I don’t think that you know
Just how to open your mind and and let it go
Maybe one day
you’ll understand the deep unknown
H-A-N-D-Z-U-M you hear these bigots groan
I ignore all the hate
I erase all the fake
But it doesn’t change the fact I’d rather place they head on a stake

[Verse 2]
When I walk up in the room
they start to pipe down (down, down)
Kappa on my body cause they can’t track me down (down, down)
Coming down like wicked clown
Look at how they box me in, Wow
Got two fingers in they eyes
one thumb in they mouth
Fuck em all
Call me Young Thomas Hudson
way I toss em like a bowling ball
Make em say it now
Rolling down the lane now
Bowling alley bitch
these chickens turkey now