Dylan Justice - Splitsville lyrics

[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 f** 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 b**h these chickens turkey now