Bradley Hathaway - The Annoying Hardcore Dude That Goes Too Far lyrics

I am hardcore. I will windmill kick you in the face. Everybody back up, make a circle, let's destroy this place. The lights are low and I'm about to go off. Here comes the break down, ka-ra-te chop! Raise up your arms, make an X if you're down. Me and my crew, we own this stinkin' town. Watch out for my fist, your face it will kiss on purpose. I'm tough and I'm ticked. I don't slow dance, I don't salsa dance, forget the tango. I don't slam dance you idiot, I dance hardcore. On the floor, I'm the man you've never seen before. When the drummer yells, “go!” it's my time to blow. And in between songs. I yell at the band, cause I don't care what they have to say. I'm not here to learn anything anyway. I'm here to dance. In the zone, in a trance. I don't smoke cigarettes, but if she's willing I'll drop my pants. Promiscuous I am, but I'm vegan, I don't eat ham or any of that stuff cause it's bad for you, right? Save the animals, forget the sweatshop scandals! I do not shop at hot topic. I am not Mall Core, I am hardcore. Madball, Hatebreed, Throwdown, Terror. I own all their records on colored vinyl, limited edition and hand numbered. But you won't see me asking for no autograph. I ain't lookin' like no fool. I ain't no pop culture tool. If they ain't screamin', I ain't listenin'. If they ain't got a blast beat, I ain't tappin' my feet. I eat emo pansies for breakfast, and give their little t-shirts to my little sister. So cry about it you messenger bag, purse carrying whatever. I wear girl pants, but I'm h*mophobic. Yet the way I'm always huggin' on my homeboys you sure wouldn't know it. I've had my ears stretched an inch since back in '96. Somebody told me hardcore was a place to share what you believe, but I didn't like what dude said, so I flipped him off and told him to leave. I'm mad at society because my parents won't buy me a new computer, even though I asked politely. My playstation 2 is broken, but my Xbox works. When that breaks though, something will hit the fan and I'll express myself with rage and anger, just like a man. Cause that's how it's done, right? You get mad and start a fight, right? I think I may, I think I might, take my insecurities out on that punk in the pit tonight. Cause really, I am just insecure. More than that, I'm kinda scared and hurting inside. And I don't know how to deal with it. I don't know what being a man means. I thought acting tough was the way to go. But now that I think about it... I'm emo.