[Intro: Henry Rollins]

[Hook: Stose]

Destroy everything in my path

It’s time to burn it down

We'll rise up from the underground

We'll take this fucking town

I control the masses

And we came to shut it down

We all on common ground and

They influenced by my sound

Influenced by my sound

They influenced by my sound

They came to shut it down

And they influenced by my sound

(x2)

[Verse 1: Stose]

The underground is overflowing

Misfits rising up

Our army won't stop growing

Yeah we bout to stir it up

We coming for the throne

You about to give it up

They say we on our own, man

But we don't give a fuck

They saying stop

But I can't slow down

I can see through you

Like an ultrasound

We sniff you out

Like a basset hound

There is no where in this world

Where you're safe and sound

We crawling out the gutter

While families gaze and shudder

We coming for your bread

And we coming for your butter

Oops, sorry, did I stutter?

I said we coming for your bread and butter

And we coming for you head

And seeing red

Shit is widespread

And we removing all this clutter

We been bubbling underground

Like wine in the cellar

We are the lost and found

We are the street dwellers

You walk through life blindly

You are the Helen Keller’s

I don't buy their bullshit

They ain't no top tier seller

We repel the bullshit

We got that citronella

When it rains it pours

We use you as an umbrella

(HOOK)

[Verse 2: Stose]

Born in a well

And I'm still climbing my way out

I got my homies on my back

I know they got me no doubt

They put you behind bars

Well time to tear em down

Release all the prisoners

Let’s burn this fucking town

Im yelling burn burn everything

We’ll start with the five oh

We gonna level out this city

Everything but skid row

Spend our nights on the streets

We bout that quid pro quo

Ima Virginia born hustler

But they already know

And its those nights on the street

That made us tougher than you

I'll read your last rites and

Smoke a puffa with you

You built your walls up

And then we came busting through

They tell me line up my heroes

But I got nothing to queue

This world is now ours

Never should have been entrusted with you

What you've done with world

Makes me so disgusted with you

The thoughts plague my mind

How you be so uncouth

And this is the rise

Of the maladjusted youth

(HOOK)