Us

I dominate on the mic when I hit the stage
Ain’t got the balls to test me
Four other daralekts in the band
Ain’t got no reason to die, ain’t got no reason to live!
Big fucking Harvey in the band to hold down the bass
Jim’s on the skins, Mice is in your face
Mark’s on my side, shreddin’ super fly
Me? I got the mic, yo!
Who the hell am I?

Try to follow us for what it is worth
You’re just too far out of touch
All these people jealously want our world
Just want to be like us

Pound for pound, we’re like a twelve gauge
Goin’ off point blank range in your face
So lookout cause you’re the enemy
And I don’t even know how to rap
I bet you already knew that!
So, pick up the pace a little bit, Jim!
Light up a blunt, let this party begin
And I don’t care what you got to say
To me, huh? what?
Cause we’re the baddest and the hardest metal band in the land
So lookout, we’re comin’ up
You better step to the side, man
And imma run right over and i’m gonna show you
That this five-piece that kicks ass will own you!

Bounce with me now, bounce!

You stop and you stare but you cannot compare to the real thing
Your lackluster leaves you last in line!

Step out of my way!
Step out of my way!

Try to follow us for what it is worth
You’re just too far out of touch
All these people jealously want our world
Just want to be like us

Try to follow us for what it is worth
You’re just too far out of touch
All these people jealously want our world
Just want to be like us