歌词
Hands up real high (motherfucker listen)
Bounce up to the sky (you dont need permission)
Bang your head til your dead
Move to the groove
YOU GOT NOTHING TO LOSE BITCH
Back in from the ashes we rise
I know you all can't believe your eyes
In the midst of a sickness
This scene became a witness to…
Fat beats that make the kicks fly
A band of brothers that’ll never die
We got the sick riffs, we got the cool shit
We’re deficit.. TIME TO HIT THE PIT
PICK IT UP, RIP IT UP, SPLIT IT UP
(you got it? I want it!)
TAKE ANOTHER HIT
STACK IT UP, BACK IT UP, RACK IT UP
I WANT ANOTHER FUCKING FIGHT IN THE MOSHPIT
(Here we go again!)
Hands up real high (motherfucker listen)
Bounce up to the sky (you dont need permission)
Bang your head til your dead
Move to the groove
YOU GOT NOTHING TO LOSE BITCH
True what they say about us
Every step that we take gets us closer to the break
There’s no hidden agenda
Got the fuel, got the fire, got the fight and desire
Can't break us, you’ll never change us
Motherfucker last thing you’ll ever see is us
Open up another can of whoop ass (WHAT!?)
You wanna go another round fuckin’ bring it now!
Got the fuel, got the fire, got the fight and desire
You wanna go another round? BRING IT NOW
Hands up real high (motherfucker listen)
Bounce up to the sky (you dont need permission)
Bang your head til your dead
Move to the groove
YOU GOT NOTHING TO LOSE BITCH
Written by: Blake Fry, Macleane Ryan, Nathan Newman, Zak Borg
