We've gathered ourselves to drink a lot of beer Snapping our necks, banging through the speed With Old Metal running in our wasted veins Of course we recognize if someone here is fake We don't mind what you wear We don't listen what you say We don't care about your pose We are real bangers You are not !! You think you're into this Metal Scene We don't need a liar here, you pathetic wimp Be aware, its countdown for aggression In this Slayground you'll never enter twice We don't mind what you wear We don't listen what you say We don't care about your pose We are real Slaughters You better run!! Breaking your jaw, smashing your skull Nothing will calm us till you're under our foot Go out to live, Stay in to die We won't aloud intruders, so Metal up your Ass You're a liar, Fuck yourself You're a bastard, Kill yourself