New School

We’ve got better things to do than get our heads kicked in by you
Your aim is to ruin all our fun, you’re picking fights with everyone
Your anger’s just a fucking front, an ego boosting macho stunt
You fucked with us and all our friends, it’s time to put it to an end.

We’re sick of your tough guy stance
We’re sick of the way that you dance
We’re sick of your baggy pants
So leave now while you still got the chance

We want no part of your war, there’s better things worth fighting for
So what , you kick ass in the pit? You worthless jock, you piece of shit
New jack with a flailing fist, a dying breed that won’t be missed

So pass this message to your crew
We want nothing to do with you…

We’re sick of your tough guy stance
We’re sick of the way that you dance
We’re sick of your baggy pants
So leave now while you still got the chance

We’ve got better things to do than get our heads kicked in by you
Your aim is to ruin all our fun, you’re picking fights with everyone
Your anger’s just a fucking front, an ego boosting macho stunt
You fucked with us and all our friends, it’s time to put it to a fucking end.

(lyrics: The Pist)