Sangtekst: Gorilla Biscuits. Degradation.

Tell me who's pure. Tell me who's right.
Tell me the last time you fought a fair fight.
A loser's way to find some friends,
you look like a skin but that's where it ends.
True, they're always at our shows,
It doesn't mean we fit in with their hatred and racism shit.
They ruin our name, you know what I mean.
Racial supremacists degrade our scene.

You know you can kiss my ass before I read your zine.
There's no good side to this white power scene.
Kids beat down for standing up.
Your turn will come because we've all had enough.
You look like kids we know. You're not welcome here.
You don't like music and we don't like fear.
I guess it's your right to be proud that your white.
Are you here for music or just to pick fights.

Don't fool yourself cause you don't fool me.
It's not just blacks you hate, it's everyone you see.
Rich, poor, young, and old, whoever's in your way.
What a boring life, hating every day.

YOU'VE GOT NOTHING BUT HATRED!