We roll hard
The bottom line is
We hold it down
Save that singing shit for
Your sister's fucking birthday
This is real
You don't know?
We're going to fuck your world
This is hardcore genocide

You may ask me why we always fucking swear
When there's a thousand other words to get us there
But cunts like you don't seem to catch our fucking drift
No amount of pedals, screams or fucking riffs
Quite say the same
As hardcore genocide

It's hardcore genocide
It's fucking hardcore genocide, bitch
Check my fucking caller I.d. You cunt - 'your dreams'
Save that singing shit for your grandad's fucking birthday

I would never stoop that low
You fucking stupid greebo cunt, I hate you
And I always fucking will
No herbs or potions, charms or fucking pills
Well cunts like you don't seem to catch our fucking drift
No amount of pedals, screams or fucking riffs
Quite say the same