we?re back motherfuckers New turf ? same old school Hardcore Fest in Satan?s nest Shot out to everyone participating in the life and times of the Barcode
One two - this is 8KAA school BARCODE Three four - bringing it down - freestyle hardcore BARCODE Left right - representin' with pride and delight FIT
Sweet Jenna all the best of porn Go for hours - never give in Every night you're present here You jump and I pump And you act like you care Sweet Jenna
One Is it alright To say that you don't Like any kind but your own kind Two Is it ok Your claim to fame When your claim is lame Well if one is alright
What's up What's the word in the house Which school's representin' the real shit What the fuck, go pretend or be true Still it's coming down - coming
I heard you snotnose punkass I heard you - fuck you too Sometimes it's spit or swallow Sometimes it's up to you Sometimes there ain't no reason Sometimes
Hammering pulse ? bloodshed eyes Restless thoughts ? sleepless nights Out of reach ? out of mind Restoration, medication time This is the confession
Now I've got the title And I've gained the respect I am throwing weight around Now I correct All common sense that ever gets in my way What I lack in
Keep on crushing and go for the max Move up front to the other cranks Pure dedication to the style and this scene Goes out to get and will always achieve
MOJN If there is a show well of course we'll go If it's hardcore we will not go slow Kreuzberg hustlers we'll come crushing in We're taking care of
You say you live for a united scene You say your ways are oh so fair and clean You claim your right to rule the HC grounds Fuck your mobster ways You
Talking shit behind my back Accusation ? coward attack Cheating liar ? cheep complaints Barking mad dog out to restrain Speak up ? speak out loud Spit
of sense) [Chorus:] What you get ain?t what you see Publicity deforms reality Use your fucking brain cells To get rid of the barcode blindfold What
A barcode on my skin. A performance of life. An endless grin on a buisnessmans face. I'm screaming out my misery. And dwell in products I don't need.
Same old scene, strapped up for show Yet another match, let the good times roll Ain?t no baller in this world compares We are the champs, start saying
My life would make you break down My call can set you on time But when you ask for my help I TURN AND WALK AWAY Don't please me, ease me, shut the fuck
Enroll the superior hype, submit to the tribe Herd mentality style, brothers unite Support the outlaw war, cannon fodder Settle the score, humiliation
I pledge obedience for the brag Of the United States of Amoebica And to the repugnance for which it stands One nation under goth in denial With obesity