Curb Stomp from Strong by Nine Percent

Windmilled rumors, spinning your tongue
Times up, the ruse undone
Nosebleeds and guilt enslaved
Fucked up, no place to run

Grit your teeth for the taste of respect
Cold hard boot smashed into your face
Coarsed betrayal rubbed under your skin
Skull cracked, fed to the pigs

Fake pricks, tongue counterfeit, tribe of false fit

Taste of blood, teeth popping through
lungs collapsed, chains undone

Rejected, disrespected
Battered by your cold hard greed
Twisting, breaking, eye lids shaking
Seizure of disbelief
Curb stomp, what’ll you do?
Nine percents comin’ for you
Curb stomp, what’ll you do?
Nine percents comin’ for you

Bite your tongue
I hope you choke

Choke choke
You motherfucker
Choke
Betrayer

• Beatdown Metal
• Metal
• beatdown
• beatdown hardcore
• hardcore
• Japan