B.T.C (Curb Stomp)

You can't afford to own us, you're moneys worth jack shit

Money here, money everywhere, Think you're clear from our thrashing fist?

Steal from us, Abuse our trust, And expect us to bow at your feet?

With One swift kick, punk, you'll be put to sleep.

Curb stomp!

Curb stomp!

Curb stomp! Entrapped in fear, for you rules are meant to bend

Curb stomp

Curb Stomp

Curb Stomp!

Solo: Evan

Solo: Dan

You've gotten this far now you're, In way too deep

No clue who you are to me, you're all dead meat

Don't give a fuck what you're worth you'll, die in these streets

Broken, Beaten, Bruised and lying amongst your shattered teeth.

Curb stomp

Curb stomp

Curb stomp, Don't come near till you're free from your loose ends

Curb stomp

Curb stomp

Curb stomp!

GOOO!!

Money, used for your own will, spill it on yourself not knowing what's the bill

Corruption, the cards you play, enough paper to silence the ones who will say

Power, is all they drive to need, they want your voice, can't you see?

Enough, we've had enough, my foot steps down for all rich cunt clowns

Curb stomp

Bite the curb

Curb stomp

Skulls will burst

say goodnight motherfucker..