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