[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!