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• Artiste: B.u.b.s.
• Titre: Flattery vs. Battery
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All of you bozos and lameos who commence to poach: Don't think the sane majority won't continue to coach. You're all a dime a dozen. and not in the Darrell way. You connivingly cozen and you act totally gay. Maraud. Your efforts all amount to fraud. The true metalheads won't applaud. The more of you that swindle. The less of us that dwindle. True musicians don't filch. You lot will reach to zilch. Loot, like you don't give a hoot. Hoot, when you see a babe's fruit. Loot, as if my point is moot. Toot, so a guy knows he's beaut. You trendy scene guys love to flash a pose so all the trendy scene gals suck your hose. Purloin so you can score enough viagra and vagina for your groin. Even then you hunger for more penis and pussy so you rummage so you can bag enough cocks and clits for your bummage. It agitates me, seeing all you posers pinch without a flinch. It aggravates me, thinking you do all this to make us unhinge. It irritates me, knowing that I could end you with a lynch. Rustle then there can be even more dickies and titties for you to hustle although with that said, you will get into a chaotic and cathartic tussle with all the metalheads that form quite a collective and destructive muscle. The underlying aspect of homage should not be so confused with image. The never-ending mileage to gain coolage is like a pillage in a village. One shouldn't strive for the privilege to obtain another's rightful lineage.