you're nothin but a sellin out, frontin fella
i can tell ya got no balls, ya cinderella
i don't pretend like im false, im stellar
and until the end i'll rebel to the trends
a prison cellar is your Hell my friend
you're gonna fall within
wheres your helmet?
cuz intelli-gent mellons get propellars
to crush the pillars
while the filth's dispensed on under
it gets intense as thunder
for our sense of hunger
when the hints come stronger
and then not any longer
we'll give a hundred
percent towards bigger numbers
i predict, now pick your cover
you're gonna wish you'd equipt a gun
get to runnin, bitch you better
or defend your honor cuz begins the slaughter
many suffer b/c the blood drips like butter
from the sun's rich hot sauna in the summer
it's just stinkin drama, bring the bombers
double time it if you wanna, think you'll pummel?
wheres your partners, i promise you're toddlers
you followin cowards
powerless and shallow
tomorrow you can't even can't conquer
you're crowded
they tower over you and shower
now you're soakin thru, you're ours!