Put on my big boy boots and kick you in the shoulder
My screams fly high like I'm Zach de la Rocha
My hits be clean just like a lint roller
Bloody face like a piece of art up in the MoMA
I've broke my nose twice, shattered three teeth
I've been to sixteen shows just this past week
Bottom of the wall of death you'll never see the light
Only way back from Hell is to put up a good fight
Stale beer and cigarette butts put out on ya neck
See that crowd killer? he about to get wrecked
Drunk dads fill their fists with liquor and booze
But none are a match for my nonchalant pit shoes
People stand by the edge, looking for their hardcore clout
But if you don't watch, you'll get knocked clean the f*ck out
Scrib - Brothers in Blood (feat. Aidan.The) Lyrics
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Put on my big boy boots and kick you in the shoulder
My screams fly high like I'm Zach de la Rocha
My hits be clean just like a lint roller
Bloody face like a piece of art up in the MoMA
I've broke my nose twice, shattered three teeth
I've been to sixteen shows just this past week
Bottom of the wall of death you'll never see the light
Only way back from Hell is to put up a good fight
Stale beer and cigarette butts put out on ya neck
See that crowd killer? he about to get wrecked
Drunk dads fill their fists with liquor and booze
But none are a match for my nonchalant pit shoes
People stand by the edge, looking for their hardcore clout
But if you don't watch, you'll get knocked clean the f*ck out
My screams fly high like I'm Zach de la Rocha
My hits be clean just like a lint roller
Bloody face like a piece of art up in the MoMA
I've broke my nose twice, shattered three teeth
I've been to sixteen shows just this past week
Bottom of the wall of death you'll never see the light
Only way back from Hell is to put up a good fight
Stale beer and cigarette butts put out on ya neck
See that crowd killer? he about to get wrecked
Drunk dads fill their fists with liquor and booze
But none are a match for my nonchalant pit shoes
People stand by the edge, looking for their hardcore clout
But if you don't watch, you'll get knocked clean the f*ck out
Writer: Aidan Burke, Connor Scribner
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid