Testo di Hardcore Genocide

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