Punk rock tripping with the flavor of hip-hop Spitting out venom as I’m watching all your heads bob Representing for the outcasts and the have nots Fiending to find light in a world that has blacked out Well middle fingers up We’ve had enough We take our shots to the chin with a grin We’re tough We know exactly why you’re here so make it clear, let’s go We know you want to Let’s go, let’s go Hell yeah! -(hell yeah!) We want control Hell yeah! -(hell yeah!) A scene to call our own Hell yeah! -(hell yeah!) Grip the microphone and we’re picking up speed like a rolling stone
-Zebrahead (via rocking-all-over-the-world-blog)













