to throw it down I bring it to the showdown [Chorus: Montell Jordan] Follow me into the world of Mr Ski (Yeah) Ain't gonna be no mystery Who's gonna win this show's showdown
angel cries. Showdown, victims of fate, Soldiers in agony still asking "Why?". Spell bound, under the blade, Hatred of lordship reflected by innocent eyes. [Solo] Showdown
Gone The last few ones I was depending on Shut down by internal commandments that keep on upgrading themselves as you go along For all it?s worth we
my back I don't understand what goes on in your mind Yeah you and I are heading for a showdown Better watch your step, coz I'm ready for a showdown
my heart is turned to stone again There's gonna be a showdown Save me, oh save me It's unreal, the suffering There's gonna be a showdown And it's rainin
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
Enroll the superior hype Submit to the tribe Herd mentality style Brothers unite Support the outlaw war Cannon fodder ? settle the score Humiliation
Alright Y?all Long time no see ? good to be back Host of the finest ? my friend you?re the best This town, this bar, lord of my dreams Start the merry
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
Keeping it clean is life to me Independence?s what I plead Abstention?s my philosophy Straight edge is my destiny Cherish lifetime insanity Lose control
This one goes out to all reality starfuckers and wannabes The sick and twisted twenty four seven three hundred and sixty five worldwide exhibitionists
Michael Stipe ? sissy whining tart Fucking Phil Collins ? the pent-up fart Stevie Wonder seems way too glad Gary Moore is not bluesy but sad Armstrong
Size does matter ? the bigger the badder Some like it nasty and some like it hot Young or mature ? dirty or pure Padre Siffredi will deliver the cure
Guys without crew Guys without a clue Dropped the parades for a life in the shades Got no goal Got no grip Drifting around like abandoned ships They
There?s gonna be a riot tonight Lose your head ? dive into the fight Sense and sanity ? leave it behind Set it off ? go way outta line Reach the limit
What up ? 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
Hammering pulse ? bloodshed eyes Restless thoughts ? sleepless nights Out of reach ? out of mind Restoration, medication time This is the confession
ain?t no stop Right here Step up ? show what you got Right now Nice moves ? but how about guts Stand straight Show your face ? show your disgrace On stage Enter showdown
