Ces Cru, Soul Servers - Say What lyrics

Since you paid five bucks to
Get into this motherfucker
And every other girl thinks she
Looks better than the others
This is your opportunity soon as we on deck
So you're not acting your age
And you figuring "what the heck"
No respect for yourself or the
Other ladies in here
You just want to make your way to
The bar and escape with a beer
That's more than A-OK with me
Ho I'm making it clear
This is your song tonight but you've
Got to listen to hear
That I'm disrespecting you off
Top to stop flirtin'
All you think I'm talking 'bout you
But really you're not certain
Cocks working for that pussy
I'm calling 'em dick heads
They parade around the picket
Pretending they get bread go on ahead
Have another of whatever you like
This is for every chick who'll
Probably get a DUI tonight when I write
I might get over like Dirge
Having a sober night
But, you know not to bite any
Part of the sodomite like that

Say what, say what, say what
Say what, say what, say what
Say what, say what, say what
Say what, say what

Who say what like six middle fingers up
Or two ducks with ther dying friends
Lets pretend that we all out for a good time
Intertwined like ropes
Waite a minute, that's just a joke
I'd rather be poking you
Out like it's acupuncture
Been in at every joint
To collapse the structure
Forget the eight fingers find a
Way to touch ya
Down and you take the choke hand
To face I'll mush ya
Thats just another way to
Say that she swallowing
Damn, she came to grips that
I never spit hollow tips
Ooh thats just some silly shit
She caught into following
Soul servers, CES cru
Learn to bite what you borrowing
We all find a way to get a check
And tomorrow send shelter from
The fallout when the rest of you falling in

I stand alone in crowded rooms loose it
From time to time I go out and howl at moons
Mind playing tricks on me, Its only noon
Around every corner I can feel my doom
Impending and creeping
Looming like the dark clouds
Biting and striking
I'm careful where I walk now
And who I talk to how much
Because I'm feeling like I could
Walk through just about anything
But my walls close in upper-body moving
But my feet, frozen to the concrete
Like mafia figures in rivers
Lungs filling up with water
My body it quivers
And as the last bit of oxygen leaves my chest
I rise my head from rest
Drenched in cold sweat in a padded room
In a padded room in a padded room
In a padded room