"Born To Be Wired" Force fed into violence Watching it in silence For ten years defied this Never will I deny this By grade 8 grad It was a natural fact That I loved to attack With the Brampton Crab Cus when Theo comes back Yo ain't no one gonna get away... You think I'm obsessed You think I'm obsessed You think I'm obsessed But I'm possessed (X3) Taste the barbwire in my dreams In reality the elbow reamed Sliced myself I wasn't paid to blade Been down way before the first Starrcade Now I shall proceed and continue To fuck up your whole life kid... I'll fuck up your whole life kid Fuck em' up kid, fuck em' up kid Lord of the ring is what i wanted before Now volume 666 lord of the hardcores That's the number of my tape you gotta hit the rewind Willing and able to put my body on the line Like Sabu's child Born to be wired Like an ECW child That was born, born to be wired Like Kaktus Kev's child Born to be wired Climb the steel cage higher Set myself on fire Wrap my shit in barbwire And I'll never, ever, EVER retire

"Some Say" Some say, It looks like we're here to stay & when I come for my revenge, Yo looks like no one is gonna get away Some say when you got fat jays, You come around saying you got nay Some say I remember back in the days, Wiggaz played "why's it gotta be that way?" Some say at the end of May, It's 3 years 5 months since Jay passed away Some say I'm sick & tired of fakes, Talking shit behind my back But kiss my ass face to face You fucking fakes It's your mistakes Your edge is baked For loot cakes You dig your grave & you're a slave To the demons within & some say Jesus saves Yeah right... Well some say that I could be saying some say all day A-hoot-a-hey and some say that that's a C-stro parle So what ya say? Some say society will lie to you & lie to me But some say that I'll overcome every rivalry Some saying that we don't support Some say we're getting back-stabbed by so called cohorts Some say why's it gotta be that way? Some say....well... What do you expect when your friends you neglect? You forget the meaning and the definition of respect But yo I'm not surprised, without compromise, I wouldn't be able to see the truth inside of your eyes Still some say "Yo i think that guy is ok" I'm saying "Why's it gotta be that way?" Why's it gotta be that way? (X2) Some say, It looks like we're here to stay & when I come for my revenge, Yo! Ain't no one gonna get away Some say I remember back in the days, The Wiggaz played "why's it gotta be that way?" Some say at the end of May, It's 3 years 5 months since Jay passed away Some say, Some Say, Some... Say... You fucking fakes It's your mistakes Your edge is baked For loot cakes You dig your grave & you're a slave To the demons within & some say Jesus saves Some Say

"Atsushi Onita" Tradition in Japan To be the man you gotta beat the man, man This one man Taking matters into his own hands, hands Thinking bout, the master plan This ain't nothing but a sweaty mic inside my hand He's gonna be the ruler of the land Started out at the bottom like a no name brand, yo Atsushi Onita (X2) At first it seemed, like it was a gimmick, Then the others, the others, they start to mimic Thinking gimmick matches but the barbwire really scratches, I said it scratches son it scratches and it scratches and it... And it cuts, blood gush, Guts, hit the mat, splat, crap Barbwire bats, plastics, He freaks techniques so sweet ONITA! ONITA! (X3) One man made destiny, elevated greatness, Others remain nameless, others remain faceless Beds of barbwire & broken glass is where he's throwing ya, The crowd chanting "ONITA! ONITA! ONITA!"

"King Of Harts" The youngest of twelve, Held back on the shelf Family of tradition, With submission the position With conviction they be wishing, That you weren't the opposition Started in the dungeon, Training as a little youngin' Stu would teach him how to function, Never making the assumption That one day he'd be... The King Of Harts (X4) Well you're messing with... The King Of Harts & you're playing with... The King Of Harts There's only one card in the deck... The King Of Harts & you're pulling out... The King Of Harts Why do Blazers fly? Why do good ones always die? Cus life is kyfe! Never thinking it would happen, First year North American Champion My Canadian brothers, Stampeding like his others Made it big time then Vince he makes him wear a mask, 10 years later, bring him back, its wack IC, Tag Team belts, the two time Slammy Winner, The King Of The Ring, a family man & not a god damned sinner Yeah he wasn't no god damned sinner... We're gonna miss you Owen, We gotta stop the sport hoeing you was flowing with devotion, and the notion getting going A slow motion explosion, When my tapes are in the showing Then I'm knowing I'm supporting To a man who was important Whipping ass on Severn, Austin, Michaels, Fuck those three I would of took your place, To be the one to Rest In Peace.

"D.I.Y. D.T.A." Yo, well it's been a couple years since we got re-married, Number 5,13 on the Post Secondary Kind of did it as a favour then rekindled with Gerg, Before I knew it, did the split cd with fuckin' Dirge, I like to purge & binge but still be doing my thing, There's record companies who wanna fuck us but won't let us in The front door I'm no corporate whore, We gotta do it on our own so we recorded one more, yo D.I.Y. D.T.A. Do It Yourself Don't Trust Anybody Came for my revenge cus I was too cooped up, Ripped you off in Local Scam & stuck the oeuf up your butt Still be sick of the mall, because it's too much bullshit, The hit & run motherfucker just got hit Well it's been a couple months since we released the Pimp Daddy, 3000 in the house & it ain't be sounding too shabby Now I'm writing like 9-0, still be ducking 5-0, It's back to the studio, I'm talking about the Harlow Sound, laying down, smackdowns, Putting tracks down, watch your back now Guess who's back now? Never wack yo The new disc I hope you like this shit Well I came for my revenge Like Sabu I'm high flying, & Told you dumb mutherfuckers You was blind in your minds I said I'll never forget To Jay Poole & Rich P,. Stab you with the speedball Then send you down Beat Down street So now I gotta do something new I reminisce a white page turns blue My heart pours out to you Still trying to, brea,k through, through, but fuck you I won't do what you tell me Love of it, why we do this shit If we make it, never fake it Here's the break kid... Well I came for my revenge & said Support your scenes' scenario, Hit ya with the sadball Then beat your ass as Rey Mysterio The silver maple suckers vs. redneck zombies, G Then throw the pieces & the remnants to the BWC

"I Corrupt Cops For A Living" January 31st, Bano's birthday bash, Heading to the C-Stro's, wallet full of cash Me, Barry, Mike, Jay, on our way to Ricki Jo's Up pulls Peel Region's finest, here we fucking go... Where you think you're coming from? & Where you think you're running to? Line your asses up against the wall, Cus now your crew is through! You got any sharp objects? Or illegal narcotics? Cus we'll be checking your pockets, & now your crew is in the garbage Garbage (X4) Barry had some shrooms & weed Mikey C he had some shrooms & weed Now our fucking asses are in for it Even though me & Jay are clean Clean (X3) A fucking kid got stabbed at the bus station shelter, Son they seen me looking Manson now they thinking Helter Skelter, They took Mike C's dope & they took Jay's money, I'm starting to trip out, G & everything be looking funny, Then the pig harassing Barry is trying to play it Joe Cool, Then I recognized the pig from when we went to the same highschool, We was tight one time so I decided to say "Hey", It blew his mind, he gave us back the dope & sent us on our way, I corrupt cops for a living (X2)

"Evil That Men Do" No excuses, get the nooses, choice is made, but guess who loses? There's no lord, religion is floored, There's no Devil, no seventh level Claim the Devil made you do it, That's a cop-out, fucking screw it How does evil get inside? You see how many people died? The Evil That Men Do (X4) Women too (X3) Zodiac, to Dahmer, Bundy, Green River Killer, Karla & Paul, Evilness that lies within, every single one of y'all You're born to kill, you're not possessed, Just diseased, with evilness Somewhere in your life got cursed, Or were you fucked up since your birth? The Evil That Men Do (X4) Women too (X3) EVIL! Well darkness isn't created by supernatural powers, Was it a rough childhood that made revenge so sour? Yo it's meant to be sweet, not a chunk of human meat, In your teeth, Mother's grief, & I can't believe... The Horror, Sickness, Blood of Ice, Evil live Well it can manifest inside, but yo you gotta get it out. & I can let the shit out, without some blood out the spout You're in the courts for years, you claim the Devil has got you mentally The Devil is really you, & where the fuck is your death penalty? You rot, fry, slowly, die Rot, fry, slowly, you die Rot, fry, slowly...DIE!

"I Like To Hurt People" Well it's a natural fact, that I love to attack, with a barbwire bat, & put your face to the mat, & son it's no lie, that I'll rake out your eye, I like to hurt people but i don't know why... Yeah, I like to hurt people Hurt the people (X3) Now your blood I'll spill because it gives me a thrill, to know you're hurting is what I need to feel Pile drive that neck, put your spine to the test, figure four those legs, you're an ugly mess... Yeah, I like to hurt people Hurt the people (X3) HURT! (3) Now I'll bar those arms, but I mean you no harm, I like to hurt people, it's one of my natural charms I'll drop an elbow smash Until your sternum is crashed Power bomb through the burning barbwire table, Like my potatoes you're mashed Ah well, ah well, ah well, ah... Well now you're praying to the pope, because I tied you to the ropes, But it's your rest so take a breath, cus here's your only hope After they count your ass out, there'll be a little bit of doubt, that I didn't hurt you, this will be your last bout I like to hurt people... yeah(x2) I like to hurt the people... It's a natural fact, that I love to attack, with a barbwire bat, put your face to the mat, & son it's no lie, I'll rake out your eye, I like to hurt people but i don't know why Your blood I'll spill because it gives me a thrill, to know you're hurting is what I need to feel Pile drive that neck, put your spine to the test, figure four your legs, you're an ugly mess... I like to hurt people I like to hurt the people I like to hurt people I like to hurt the people Hurt the people Hurt! (X6)

"The Porn Song" Well I can't deny, that I pull my own wire, even one time shot myself in the eye, Wether plump butt pudding or the cherry pie... I love porno, porno, porno Porn is pretty cool, you must agree that it rules, when I'm pulling my pud & it starts to drool, Send this out to Kevy Metal & The Doomhauled Crew... I love porno, porno, porno, PORN! (X4)

"Coalition Against Coalitions (CAC)" Well the boys are getting sick of all the scene divisions, The unity has been scarred from all of these coalitions, We're supposed to help each other but you let your friends fall, So this diss will be the great grand daddy of em' all Some of your songs were funny & some were downright silly, & all of your dicks combined still be smaller than Billy Notorious is thinking genius with his grade school whim, But Dom be whining like a bitch when the jokes on him, Yo! Coalitions Against Coalitions Against Coalitions Against Coalitions Gave you a life of porn, in exchange for a life of free merch, Then you changed to Day Of Mourning from Dirge, I ain't seen one disc or one shirt Why you putting down your friends? Why you putting down these cliques? Spend all your money on lap dances &massages, & the strippers because you get no chicks You change your rhythm sections, like you change your socks, The edge is disappearing, "Uhhh... I'll take a wine on the rocks" So when's the new album? So when's the next show? Are you even still together? Or do you even fucking know? Aye yo, I can't say shit about my main man Fudd, doing the lamp dance with his straight edge work gloves Jay & Mike spend so much money, go & get a hooker, The fucking coalition is dead, you should of stuck to Pressure Cooker Dom can take Fat Matt, & make himself the warmest hat, Then take the fat rat-bastard, & fuck him right up his ass Yo so guess who's wack? Guess who's got no cack? Guess who's selling his rack? After hearing this track, yo I can't be bothered, to waste my time, cus I know you wouldn't listen Pretty soon, you'll have no friends left, Cus all you ever do is always go & diss them Yo you must be insecure to ruin everybody's world & all of the people you hurt, that's why you never get the girls It's contradicting cus I'm sinking to your level on this cut So run it up or shut it up, do us a favour grow the fuck up!

"Emo VS Grift in a Brampton Death Match" (INSTRUMENTAL)