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KILLING PUNK

The Bloody Beetroots & Bob Vylan

Electronic

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OVERVIEW

LYRICS

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

The Bloody Beetroots

The Bloody Beetroots

Performer

Bob Vylan

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Bob Vylan

Songwriter

Simone Cogo

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

The Bloody Beetroots

The Bloody Beetroots

Producer

Bob Vylan

Producer

Pietro “ Twntymls" Ventimiglia

Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

I heard the Vylan killing punk, he don't know about the Clash

He don't know about Exploited, what's he know about Crass?

Never seen him at 100, he don't know about the Roxy

I hear the chitter chatter, tell 'em all to suck my…

Cocky Bobby's on a mission to bring punk rock back

I dropped "We Live Here", that's a straight punk track

But my hair is locked and they see that this punk is black

A couple dickheads went ahead and called that punk track rap

[Chorus]

I heard the Vylan's killing punk

I heard the Vylan's killing punk and all that other junk

I heard the Vylan's killing punk

I heard the Vylan's killing punk and all that other junk

I heard the Vylan's killing punk

I heard the Vylan's killing punk and all that other junk

I heard the Vylan's killing punk

I heard the Vylan's killing punk and all that other junk

[Verse 2]

Got 'em mad we don't play in a band

We are the band, what don't they understand?

Because we're not four guys with guitars in our hands

Greasy hair and sucking for a write up in Kerrang

If you don't fuck with it, then don't fuck with it

But don't fuck around and get banged

One festival, then I'm on the plane, another one when I land

I did it DIY, yeah, I took a stand

I ain't just a Vylan, I'm the motherfucking man

[Chorus]

I heard the Vylan's killing punk

I heard the Vylan's killing punk and all that other junk

I heard the Vylan's killing punk

I heard the Vylan's killing punk and all that other junk

I heard the Vylan's killing punk

I heard the Vylan's killing punk and all that other junk

I heard the Vylan's killing punk

I heard the Vylan's killing punk and all that other junk

[Verse 3]

Before I was a punk, I had problems by the fistful

Used to love drama and running with misfits

I was gun shopping, couldn't find the right one though

Tryna get my hands on the sexiest pistol

'Cause living in fear will have you thinking with a bad brain

Bad mind vandals and addicts acting insane

Had a few brushes, nothing but a couple minor threats

What do you expect, how I grew we had to rise against

GBH and conflict were nothing, just a part of it

Rancid bedsits trust you, wouldn't know the half of it

Thinking of a plan, we were feeling damned

Doing anything we could to make it out this jam

Plotting on our enemies, live with drug dependencies

A couple didn't make past their suicidal tendencies

Now you see me stepping out on stage with so much energy

Fueled by everything I went through, yeah, this was meant to be

[Chorus]

I heard the Vylan's killing punk

I heard the Vylan's killing punk and all that other junk

I heard the Vylan's killing punk

I heard the Vylan's killing punk and all that other junk

Written by: Bob Vylan, Simone Cogo