[Verse 1]
f** all these boy bands with their soft loves songs
f** off you c*nt, go puff on a bong
Your careers aren't gonna last very long
When I blow up my sh** like a nuclear bomb
Most of your fans don't even have tits
Don't think it's a man, it's an eight year old b**h
Maybe a few f*gs like your tracks
But I really don't so I'm bring the axe
[Chorus x4]
Industry mugs
Bout to get f**ed up
[Bridge]
Sticking to the facts, I'm coming with the axe
Stick it in your head then I stick it in your backs, ah!
[Verse 2]
f** all these labels 'cause don't know sh**
They only know how to publish a hit
They can't drop tracks for the angry kids
So I'm running in their building loaded with clips
You thought I was f**ed up but they're melting your brain
With all their sh**ty pop songs that all sound the same
Hypnotism is their only aim
Playing music like it's some sort of game
[Chorus x4]
[Bridge]
[Verse 3]
We lost the rugged sh**, now I'm bringing it back
Stood label's offices swinging a bat
All these TV ads are just subliminal crap
And all these so called men in pop are women in masks
I'm pissed off with boy bands claiming they're punk
I say 'Shut the f** up you stupid c*nts!'
Then I some pussies saying shunt
They shunt of said that 'cause axe never blunt
[Chorus x4]
[Bridge]
[Outro]
Haha!
f** off!
Industry mugs!