Songtext zu 'Vendetta' von Irate

So after the fucking smoke clears and the dust settles,
We're left with one mission, defending the families name.
We planted our flag years ago and staked our claim.
This ain't mall metal made for little bitches,
This is war metal made for vendettas.
The new breed: billy club sandwich, everybody gets hurt, sworn enemy and the mighty, mighty irate.
So right now i'ma see how far i can shove this underground shit up your ass bitch.

Step up,
You cowards, fucking criminals
Step up, step up to me
Rise up avengers, rise up
Defend the family
X2

We will not be broken by a bunch of fucking hypocrites.

I've got beef with you putas using our name for your own damn gain it's a damn shame.
Your music it makes me sick.
You sound like some faggots gagging on korn's dick.
You think you could fuck with me, i'll beat you musically then physically.
Straight out the bronx, new york,
I got mine, son, step up and get yours.

Step up,
You cowards, fucking criminals
Step up, step up to me
Rise up avengers, rise up
Defend the family
X2

Don't even try to plead your case bitch, it's got more holes than your fucking face.
You're against establishment but for sponsorship you'll suck a corporate dick.
So fuck you and your crew, your fans, your friends and all your family too.
I'm ashamed to be your dad and right now you're making me mad yeah you're making me want to
Jump right on a plane, fly first class just to beat your ass and fly home again.
You're entering a world of pain and i don't back down when someone fucks with my family.

You should have been a man about this.
Recognized that we pre-exist.
But you took the shady route
And now i'm here to call you out bitch.

Coward,
Criminal,
Fake ass,
Wannabe.

You better step up (punk).