Watch as we stomp your dome into the concrete
How will you talk sh** with your mouth sewn shut
I dont think that you can say you know me
Based on all the little things
Youve seen, you dont know sh**
If your band has something to day
Come and say it to our face
But be ready to back it up
I think we should take this outside
And finally finish this once and for all
Im so f**ing sick and tired
Of all these a**holes wanna slander our name
And think it goes unheard
Youre all as good as f**ing dead to me
Sometimes I want to carve my f**ing eyes out
Instead Ill take my rage out on you
And when everythings dead
You will know I am through
f** you, f**ing trick
All I wanna do is slit your throat
And ripe out your eyes
Someday you will day, for everything youve done
This will be the end of you