I'm gonna fuckin' kill ya Axe attack Fists in the air Feet on the foldback Bogans everywhere I don't fucking care You're dead!
You hate fashion You hate trends Jump around Impress your friends Spike your hair Rip your jeans You're a fucking Fashion victim
Went to the record store Couldn't believe my eyes Some junkie punk sold their tunes What a nice surprise! Lots of classic vinyl Bought it straight away
Why cry you EMO fuck If I see you sook I'll fuck you up Dance, prance, pull up your pants Dress like a nerd To be part of the herd Stop playing EMO Start
Flames and nitro shaking ground Deafening noise, what a sound My helmets heavy And I see some tits Smoke and fire Yeah burn and rip Quarter mile 5-second
Dead babies don't cry No right to life Abort the fuckers No right to life Spewing Screaming Shitting mess They look like aliens Dead babies don't cry
There's nothing to gain You've just been led The kill after death The kill The shit you were promised Means nothing Now you're dead The kill
Human fuckhead Walking dead Birthschool work death You're a slave Slave till death Just like your parents did Strap a bomb Kill your friends Take your
Tracksuit pants are thrash We are white trash
to love her heroin But now she's underground This one hurts So you stay out late at night And you do your coke for free Driving your friends crazy With your
He's the man beast from Detroit He'll give you the worst Beating of your fucking life Barely human at 275 Spear you, gore you He might even think about
Heavy metal spastic You're a fucking spastic In a gimp home With no volume Spastic Retard Nuff You gotta go to the jam room To play your metal tunes
We want blood Cage match Barbed wire slash Weapons galore Blood on the floor Crowd scream for more gore We want blood!
Jandimara's burning Jaidyn's fucking floating Burn