Dummy

Fake punks, wack chumps, leave em in chunks
Fuck you and your clique I'm sick of it
We're gonna show you who really got riffs
Talk shit get ur lip split bitch

I don't care who played the first blast beat
Or who got their shit rocked out of state
Let your day get ruined by a tweet
Go cop another tape

"When's my merch gonna show up"
I don't know bitch
Who said you could trust us



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Writer(s): Seven Kane
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