You destroy all of that which We and our culture Helped to cultivate and create. Every step you take is a disgrace To all of that which our for fathers elevated. The food chain cut short By the beta's of this world, ZOG's grip ever closer to my throat. The lower life forms procreating Like rabbits and rats To take and take All from us that we hold dear. The pond contaminated. By the sheer idiocy and degeneracy Of Your Presence. So oppressed And such a life of misery Screams he Who gets everything for free. There's nothing more punk and hardcore Than living in a house with a pool And three fucking floors. Never worked worth shit, Your gears, Your clothes, Even your job Provided by your mom. Your as hardcore and punk As the the real-estate job your old man holds. Your music and style iz az realz az your chains. When the trve stand up And take back control, Wiggers and race mixers will be the first to go.