Weerd Science | Kill Your Rapper

Lyrics to Weerd Science’s sophomore album, 2010’s Sick Kids!

Sick Kids

Tracklist: 01. Intro w/ Clip Payne of P-Funk 02. Drugs 03. The Voices on Prince St., Kingston, NY 12401 04. The Zodiac (Underground Rap Killer) 05. Dear S.A.M. I’m Dead too You 06. Baby Parts 07. Clap if You ❤ Someone 08. Shootin’ Up 09. Speedballs (Kingston’s High) 10. XOXO Hugs n Kisses 11. Slacker 12. L1 leader w/ Majestic and Gangstroph the Baptist 13. Finality (foreward by GTB) 14. Everything’s Wonderful? 15. Outro

1. Intro

2. Drugs

3. The Voices on Prince St., Kingston, NY 12401

4. Zodiac

5. Dear S.A.M., I’m Dead to You

When we first met, she was all that I wanted:
A light that reflects off the bullshit I started.
I tried to state this a plan, this is when it begins.
Even public places I would kiss this girl in and
She was just so beautiful,
And I would act so unusual.
And as usual I couldn’t stay neutral.
I think about the things I said and still get douche chills.
My instincts told me not to fuck with her,
Let alone fall in love with her.
What was once a hollow shell
Now is filled with a purpose. Boy, it must be cold in hell
‘Cause I swore it’d freeze over colder than cold shoulder.
Shoulda thought about it first ‘for I got down on my knee for her.
Oh well, nothin’ lasts forever.
The cut is still deep and it’s barely gotten better, so I go:

Don’t turn around, I won’t see you
I used to pick your face out of a crowd,
Now you either blend in or fade out.
Don’t make a sound, I can’t hear you
No more, I’m dead to you
Lettin’ you know, buried and gone.

Now, as the story moves on, I know it’s not like me to write love songs.
But I guess this is kind of a song of love gone
‘Cause every love in my life has gone way wrong.
Not before too long I had to find out
As deep as I fell, I couldn’t climb out.
But fuck it, back then I’d just break another line out,
Pour another drink, try to forget til it’s lights out.
But I guess that’s what happens
When you start mixin’ the heart and physical attractions.
I remember when you cried you were acting
To make up for the actual feelings you were lacking.
And as things spiraled further downward,
How could I overhear you tell another guy you go down good?
The love of my life? Yeah right.
Just a party girl–somebody’s drunk fun Saturday night
I go:

Don’t turn around, I won’t see you
I used to pick your face out of a crowd,
Now you either blend in or fade out.
Don’t make a sound, I can’t hear you
No more, I’m dead to you
Lettin’ you know, buried and gone.

Now I tried to understand where you’re comin’ from.
Was it all the daddy issues that you runnin’ from?
As far as chances with me, you got none of ’em.
Your legs never closed like you only had one of ’em.
And if it came quite evident, the mounting evidence,
The emptiness, see there’s no way to replenish it
And any intelligent human being would’ve bounced.
But I stuck around, constantly tried to figure you out,
And guess what? (What?) It’s not likely.
Sometimes I think you did this dirt just to spite me,
But you’re guilty (fuck you!), that was the verdict
If you ask most girls they’ll tell you I deserved it.
And I go:

Don’t turn around, I won’t see you
I used to pick your face out of a crowd,
Now you either blend in or fade out.
Don’t make a sound, I can’t hear you
No more, I’m dead to you
Lettin’ you know, buried and gone.

6. Baby Parts

7. Clap if You ❤ Someone

As I look back, I can hardly believe
that I could fall for such a skeeze
who’d cheat and spread her disease to me.
Please, she lied with such ease,
It wasn’t easy for me to just let go and leave
So I stayed, and she would continue to manipulate
Shoulda nipped it in the bud or hit the brakes
Wait, what a jerk off I am
I’m thinkin’ we’re made for each other
she’s out sleeping with my friends,
And I didn’t even see it comin’
seeing as though he was the one who had introduced us
and told us that love would suit us
He was wrong!
And the worst part is that he had a little friend
That he spread to the bitch

So I went to the doctor, he told me,
“You’re fucking ’round with the wrong girl, homie!”
OK, listen that might be true,
But you know the types of shit that chicks make us do.

I love you girl, but you gave me the clap! (Clap clap!)
I can not remember why I ever took you back. (Uh oh!)
I need you baby, but you gave me the clap! (Clap clap!)
I can not believe that you denied it
Don’t even try it, you can’t hide it, dirty bitch

Well OK, here’s how I know it’s true,
’cause I didn’t do any type of dirt to you
Well, at least not the first year
I kept my dick on lock down
’til you went and made my guy’s little eye tear
So imagine my surprise when I found out
It wasn’t some drunk random guy, it was my friend
Somebody I chilled with, half my boys knew
Kept it secret and concealed it
I hope all the dirt you did you can feel it
Comes back cripples you and you never heal it
I treated you like more than a hot chick
You should come with a ‘script of antibioctics

So I went to the doctor, he told me,
“You’re fucking ’round with the wrong girl, homie!”
God willin’ all the penicillin in the world
Couldn’t fix this walking petri dish of a girl.

I love you girl, but you gave me the clap! (Clap clap!)
I can not remember why I ever took you back. (Uh oh!)
I need you baby, but you gave me the clap! (Clap clap!)
I can not believe that you denied it
Don’t even try it, you can’t hide it, dirty bitch

Now, although she always lied and denied any wrong doing
Time has a way of letting the truth do the fine-tuning
And of course hindsight is 20/20
But in the thick of it the thickening
Sick in your tummy is more than one man can possibly stand
If I’d found ’em both I’da grabbed a knife and probably stabbed
But shit, fuck that I don’t wanna go to jail
Though my dick was burning my cooler head had prevailed
And thank God, if I’da found the slob
I’da done some crazy shit like an opposite Bobbit-job
Honest to God, I’ve seen some dirt done to each other
But nothin’s worse than gettin’ burnt by your brother

So I went to the doctor, he told me,
“You’re fucking ’round with the wrong girl, homie!”
OK, listen, I kicked her to the curb
And thank God a couple pills my dick was cured

I love you girl, but you gave me the clap! (Clap clap!)
I can not remember why I ever took you back. (Uh oh!)
I need you baby, but you gave me the clap! (Clap clap!)
I can not believe that you denied it
Don’t even try it, you can’t hide it, dirty bitch

8. Shootin’ Up

9. Speedballs (Kingston’s High)

10. XOXO Hugs n Kisses

Oh, man, guess who’s back?

Through my travels as an asshole,
I’ve had to grab hold of anyone
Who pulled me in out of the damp cold.
Feel like I got hit with two bad blows
By Rocky Balboa, and that guy is sixty years old!
So you can take your shots at me,
I got no respect for you dickheads
And plus I drink free,
Fuckin’ retards listen to the Black Eyed Peas,
End up with two black eyes from kids like me.
Seriously frustrated whenever I’m agitated
I made it this far without you so now I’m just marinated
I waited this long to tell you kids exactly how it is,
Under medicated and ready to scream it in your ears!

Fuck black people! Fuck white people!
The truth comes out, I don’t really like people,
I hate ’em!
What you think Jesus is gonna save ’em?
Maybe God’d come down but even she won’t take ’em!
Fuck Chinese people
and Puerto Rican people
Stab me in the back, God damn people are evil
Money’s the only thing that these motherfuckers love
So how come I have to pretend that I like anyone?

You see it goes both ways,
You don’t like me and I don’t like you neither
Go and sniff your cocaine
I’ve had it up to my neck with you fuckin’ people I swear
It’s killin’ me to even have to be around here
Get the fuck out of my face when I come through
I thought I told you on my first record, man, fuck you
Well, much easier said than done
‘Cause any women I run, you motherfuckers just come
I don’t know where come from but you dumb-dumbs
Better do a to vrum vrum ‘fore I’m sick to my tum-tum
I’m done telling you, you’ve got to realize on your own
Everybody knows some assholes
Go about your home town, write it down, look around,
Yep, study that shit, you’ll find out
Whether you’re dirt bag or high brow
Regardless, you ain’t got the spit
To put out the fire that I start, bitch!

Fuck black people! Fuck white people!
The truth comes out, I don’t really like people,
I hate ’em!
What you think Jesus is gonna save ’em?
Maybe God’d come down but even she won’t take ’em!
Fuck Chinese people
and Puerto Rican people
Stab me in the back, God damn people are evil
Money’s the only thing that these motherfuckers love
So how come I have to pretend that I like anyone?

Stuck in a rut,
People that don’t think they’re assholes,
Usually they’re butt-fucks
It’s fucked up how much stuck up cunts that I had to see
I was a real nice kid back before I was obscene
So as it seems I’m similar to your similarities
I guess we’re one in the same like fat bitches and calories
Oh, I’m one of you guys, oh I can’t forget that, uh…
Aw, fuck it, I’m just glad to be back
Weerd Science, right back where he belongs
With his asshole friends in his hometown that he loves
The only thing that I hope don’t go wrong is,
I look in the mirror and all a sudden I’m a sick kid!

Fuck black people! Fuck white people!
The truth comes out, I don’t really like people,
I hate ’em!
What you think Jesus is gonna save ’em?
Maybe God’d come down but even she won’t take ’em!
Fuck Chinese people
and Puerto Rican people
Stab me in the back, God damn people are evil
Money’s the only thing that these motherfuckers love
So how come I have to pretend that I like anyone?

11. Slacker

12. L1 Leader w/ Majestic and Gangstroph the Baptist

13. Finality (forward by GTB)

14. Everything’s Wonderful?

15. Outro