[Intro]
(Hahaha, hahaha)
(Hahaha, hahaha)
[Chorus]
It's a massacre, dastardly rhymes get thrown
(Oh no) Now you're in the massacre zone
It's a massacre, dastardly rhymes and so no's, oh no
Now you're in the massacre zone
[Verse 1]
I'm deaf like Beethoven, dumb like hardcore
(It's all I can stands, I can't stands no more)
It's a massacre, scandalous innuendo, oh no
(Now you're in the massacre zone)
Fuck a rap battle, you can't handle it
I'm not asking, I'm blasting and nashing 'em
Fake punkers with the pussy ass managers, handlers
Fronting on the Warped tour like amateurs
Bad Charlotte, first on my list, to get drawn
Quartered and kissed with my fist
(I'm the humilator) Check it and see
They played you your record, you ask, "Is that me?"
And when we look at that empty TV
Why do we hate everything that we see?
How do we know they've got nothing for me?
Greedy, nothing but hits since 1983 (Say what?)
[Chorus]
It's a massacre, dastardly rhymes get thrown
(Oh no) Now you're in the massacre zone
It's a masterful punk rock behind, and you know, oh no
(Now you're in the massacre zone)
[Verse 2]
And you can eat shit and die, if you go along for the ride
Just remember that we dismember like Jekyll and Hyde
(Commercialized, sanitized, violence gets lionized)
Well, I'll be there when I was rocking bowls with E. Valentine
[Chorus]
It's a massacre, dastardly rhymes get thrown
(Oh no) Now you're in the massacre zone
It's a massacre, dastardly rhymes and so no's, oh no
(Now you're in the massacre zone)
[Interlude]
Are you ready, do you want some more?
Now tell me, do you want some more?
Now tell me, are you ready for
Now tell me, do you want some more?
[Verse 3]
See, I don't ride a skateboard and love what you hate for
And don't give a fuck about punk rocking no more
It's exactly the thing that you need, now take heed
(Hey, I just sold some dope to that guy from Creed)
(Hahaha, hahaha, hahaha, haha-haha)
Just like chainsaws in Texas, like Bonny and Clyde
That's me and Greedy, career suicide
[Chorus]
It's a massacre, dastardly rhymes get thrown
(Oh no) Now you're in the massacre zone
It's a masterful punk rock behind, and you know, oh no
[Interlude]
(Hey, this is Kip Casper here with some drive-time payback)
(This one goes out to Queens of the Trust Fund)
(You slept on my floor, and now I'm sleeping through your motherfucking records)
(Hahaha, hahaha, haha, hahaha)
(Hahaha)
[Outro]
Now you're in the massacre zone
