Tossing Tomatoes at Your Hardcore Heroes / How It Was Intended

I'm not here to impress a bunch of fucking weirdos Too busy tossing tomatoes at your hardcore heroes It's been a long time... you shouldn't have left us With just one demo and expect us To ignore the years of wackness-your track record's garbage Still living off the past, I laugh how these dudes pay homage One big fake-ass nostalgia trip But no one that was even there is still around to care Don't think for a minute we're gonna let you forget That sellout attempt you leave off your discography lists Don't try to pretend that it doesn't exist The industry came calling-you thought you were hot shit Saw your first 7" on the wall; the price? A Jackson and a Grant I try to think of one reason to care-I'm at a loss; I fucking can't HOW IT WAS INTENDED I've said my piece and now you're offended Let me tell you sensitive muthafuckaz just how it was intended Not taking it back, or apologizing for shit Your ruffled feathers don't concern me a bit Back in the day, there was free expression-open minds But if everyone just toes the line, it's a fucking waste of time Since all you ever do is copy whoever preceded you Eventually your fans will figure it out and wonder why they ever needed you You hear that sound? It's a circular saw I want someone to tell me that "it ain't hardcore" Since when did this music become the most conformist... And a magnet for the egos that are most enormous