Bradley Hathaway-The annoying hardcore
I am hardcore.
I will windmill kick you in the face.
Everybody back up, make a circle, let's destroy this place.
The lights are low and I'm about to go off.
Here comes the breakdown,
KARATE CHOP!
Raise up your arms, make an X if you're down.
Me and my crew,
we own this stinkin town.
Watch out for my fist.
Your face, it will kiss on purpose.
I'm tough and I'm ticked.
I don't slow dance, I don't salsa dance.
Forget the tango, I don't slamdance, you idiot.
I dance hardcore.
On the floor, I'm the man you've never seen before.
When the drummer yells, GO!
It's my time to blow.
And in between songs
I yell at all of the bands
because I don't care what they have to say.
I'm not here to learn anything anyway.
I'm here to dance.
In the zone in a trance.
I don't smoke cigarettes.
But if she's willing
I'll drop my pants.
Promiscuous I am.
But I'm vegan.
I don't eat meat or any of that stuff
because it's bad for you, right?
I wanna save the animals.
I don't care about the sweatshop scandals
I do not shop at hot topic.
I am not mall core,
I am hard core.
Madball, hatebreed, throwdown and terror.
I own them all on colored vinyl,
limited edition and hand numbered.
But you won't see me asking for no autograph
because I ain't looking like no fool.
I ain't no pop culture tool.
If they ain't screaming, I ain't listening.
And if they ain't got a blast beat,
I ain't tapping my feet.
I eat emo pansies for breakfast.
And I give their little t-shirts to my little sister.
So cry about it, you messenger bag purse carrying whatever.
I wear girl pants but I'm homophobic.
Yet the way I'm always hugging on my homeboys,
you sure wouldnt know it.
I've had my ears stretched an inch since back in 96.
Somebody told me hardcore was a place to share what you believe,
but I didn't like what dude said,
so I flipped him off and told him to leave.
I'm mad at society
because my parents wont buy me a new computer.
Even though I ask politely.
My playstation 2 is broken,
but my x-box works.
When that breaks though,
something is gonna hit the fan.
And I'll express myself with rage and anger
just like a man, because thats how its done, right?
You get mad and start a fight, right?
I think I may, I think I might
take my insecurities out on that punk
in the pit tonight.
Because really, I am just insecure.
more than that, im kinda scared.
I'm hurting inside and I don't know how to deal with it.
I don't know what being a man means.
I thought acting tough was the way to go,
but now that I think about it, I'm emo.
I will windmill kick you in the face.
Everybody back up, make a circle, let's destroy this place.
The lights are low and I'm about to go off.
Here comes the breakdown,
KARATE CHOP!
Raise up your arms, make an X if you're down.
Me and my crew,
we own this stinkin town.
Watch out for my fist.
Your face, it will kiss on purpose.
I'm tough and I'm ticked.
I don't slow dance, I don't salsa dance.
Forget the tango, I don't slamdance, you idiot.
I dance hardcore.
On the floor, I'm the man you've never seen before.
When the drummer yells, GO!
It's my time to blow.
And in between songs
I yell at all of the bands
because I don't care what they have to say.
I'm not here to learn anything anyway.
I'm here to dance.
In the zone in a trance.
I don't smoke cigarettes.
But if she's willing
I'll drop my pants.
Promiscuous I am.
But I'm vegan.
I don't eat meat or any of that stuff
because it's bad for you, right?
I wanna save the animals.
I don't care about the sweatshop scandals
I do not shop at hot topic.
I am not mall core,
I am hard core.
Madball, hatebreed, throwdown and terror.
I own them all on colored vinyl,
limited edition and hand numbered.
But you won't see me asking for no autograph
because I ain't looking like no fool.
I ain't no pop culture tool.
If they ain't screaming, I ain't listening.
And if they ain't got a blast beat,
I ain't tapping my feet.
I eat emo pansies for breakfast.
And I give their little t-shirts to my little sister.
So cry about it, you messenger bag purse carrying whatever.
I wear girl pants but I'm homophobic.
Yet the way I'm always hugging on my homeboys,
you sure wouldnt know it.
I've had my ears stretched an inch since back in 96.
Somebody told me hardcore was a place to share what you believe,
but I didn't like what dude said,
so I flipped him off and told him to leave.
I'm mad at society
because my parents wont buy me a new computer.
Even though I ask politely.
My playstation 2 is broken,
but my x-box works.
When that breaks though,
something is gonna hit the fan.
And I'll express myself with rage and anger
just like a man, because thats how its done, right?
You get mad and start a fight, right?
I think I may, I think I might
take my insecurities out on that punk
in the pit tonight.
Because really, I am just insecure.
more than that, im kinda scared.
I'm hurting inside and I don't know how to deal with it.
I don't know what being a man means.
I thought acting tough was the way to go,
but now that I think about it, I'm emo.