Kids get beat with fists

Your head will swell up like Chino

'Til you crap out unconscious

We takin’ cash like casinos

Swingin' sticks at you like you were the Emperor from Remo

Worse than the curse of Bambino

Like cherry melted Marino's

Your blood

Lubricates the floor in front of the stage

As kids get kicked in the face

Protect your space in the rampage

For the kids rockin’ roundhouse kicks, windmills, and backflips

Like a Mortal Kombat combo during neck in the pit

Pile on Mike D. to scream in the SM58

He's claustrophobic you'll gеt the mic slammed right into your face

Wе better fuckin' get paid

Kids who set up shows out of state

Give up the motherfuckin' dough or you get a metal plate

Or tied up in the back of a caravan

That El Camino

With more duct tape and extension cords than ABC No Rio

Straight edge kids make me laugh with that Cracker Jack box ink

When gettin' work I sit like a champ like I'm dead or asleep

I borrow drums and cymbal stands from shitty hardcore bands

'Cause now I carry fuckin’ chainsaws in my hardware bag

Your shitty band and slow jams make my fuckin’ ears bleed

Believe me you don't want to get mixed up with someone like me

Take your fuckin’ shitty band

(shove it, shove it, shove it)

Your label's dick's in your hand

(suck it, suck it, suck it)

Nassau Chainsaw and Neck

(love it, love it, love it)

Two pricks that ??

(like fuck it, fuck it, fuck it)

[LoDeck part]

Take your fuckin' shitty band

(shove it, shove it, shove it)

Your label’s dick's in your hand

(suck it, suck it, suck it)

Nassau Chainsaw and Neck

(love it, love it, love it)

Two pricks that ??

(like fuck it, fuck it, fuck it)

So that's that

Shitty hardcore bands don't come up to me and say shit

I don't want your fuckin' demo

I don't wanna hear your fuckin' band

Big up to all the real New York City hardcore bands

Nassau Chainsaw, LoDeck, and Neck

Look out for the debut "Nassau Chainsaw - Raised By Wolves"

Comin' at you 2005

Sucka