Lowlife - Ryker'S

Straight edge yelling — drugs selling

Worthless piece of shit

How can you call yourself true hardcore

When you can’t deal with it?

You walk around like (fucking/lord) scarface

Five minor jerks at each hand

I guess they’re just too hight to get it

Otherwise they would understand… that you’re a

Lowlife… hardcore wannabe

Lowlife… that's what you are for me

There must have been better times

Right now i can’t remember a single one

All my feelings proved to be mistaken

I thought that we would get along

But you’re (just) an oversized leech

Draining a scene of its life’s blood

Close your eyes — get lost

What you see is what you ('ve) got

Lowlife… hardcore wannabe

Lowlife… that's what you are for me

Lowlife… hardcore wannabe

Lowlife… stay the fuck away from me

What you say and what you do

One way or the other comes back to you

I can’t say that i have found a cure

But at least i know you… that's for sure

…you fucking sell out!!!