Like what?
No frat boy I've ever met listens to Pantera on a regular basis tbh. It's mostly Dave Matthews Band or dance rap
BECAUSE HE FUCKING PARTIED SO FUCKING AHRD MAN AND THEN HE WORTE HE AWESOME IFFS AND THE ROLOS FOR PANTERA!!!!! THE GREATEST FUCKIG BADN EVER DUDE!!!!! UCKING RIP!!! :Smokin::Smokin::Smokin::Smokin::Smokin:
rednecks getting drunk.Like what?
Complicated, intense music with thoughtful lyrics about society.
Complicated, intense music with thoughtful lyrics about society.
Lyrics don't matter, the music is barely intense, and even if it was complicated, that doesn't make it sound listenable.
Man, what a poet.Youre muscle and gall. naive at best. Im bone, brain and
Cock. deep down stronger than all.
A sad state of affairs. a crippled america. a pipe dream
Buttfucked. immune. stronger than all.
A lament for a rookie officer, punk ass weak little lamb.
For the mob, truly, does rule at this particular time.
Weve grown into a monster. an arrogant, explosive motherfuck.
Hard as a rock. shut like a lock.
Finally, the president in submission. he holds out his hand on
Your television and draws back a stump
7. No Good (Attack The Radical)
In the states
There's a problem with race
Because of ignorant past burned fires
From evolution
We've been killing each other
I figure man should have it down to a science
No chance
Not for a minute
Not for a second
I won't be defensive
I'm straight out in my opinion
You'd better listen to a man who knows what he is saying
I've seen your side
You run and hide for the mere fact that you feel inferior
Be superior
And know your interior
[Pre]
Race, pride, prejudice
Black man, white man
No stand
Live in the past
We make it last
A hated mass
No solution
Mind pollution
For revolution
[Chorus]
So low behold my eyes
This land of fools will rise
No good
For no one
You blame oppression and play the role of criminals
To rape and burn show progress is minimal
White hoods and militants you know it's such a pity
Living, breathing
Violence in your city
If one man
Had one home
In one world
Held live alone without variety
Full of anxiety
No one to point at, question
Or even talk to -- in his private grave
No matter what color
He wouldn't be saved from hell
He dwells
A closed mind playing the part of prison cells