Get up on a mic and I blow it up-
What's it gonna take to make every
metal head in the place hands elevate?
Celebrate, gather together a culmination of
irratical behavior encompassing where we dominate
I don't think anybody really wanna get up in the
middle of a mosh pit, at Anthro concerts,
when I'm bringin Austin, we caution the front,
cause we hit em with heaviness and break it down often
lemme get everybody jumpin up and down
from the stage to the back of the crowd, get it loud, get it rowdy.
Anybody taking up space on the ground
get your body better ready for the wreckage right now!
Succumbing to the melancholy melody of metal with a medley
to sever any preconceived notions of habits to have
while you're rapping.
I'm bringing new seasons like fricassee'n rabbit.
I'ma get stuck in your brain like a scalpel
feel it from the occipital love to the frontal,
headbanging rapid enough to sever any recognizable ligaments in the neck when I bust flow
Turn a few people to a swarm,
make a hive like I went and took a cup of cechlor,
Get it live get it tight get it hype when I bust
Your style is shit like dark throne production

NOW BANG YOUR HEAD AND MOVE THOSE FUCKING HORNS
SLAM DANCE IN THE PIT
(THAT'S FUCKING METAL)

(Austin Vincent verse)
I see a sea of people throwin horns up,
not one motherfucker now's getting out until it's torn up.
Black lights, black eyes, black t-shirts, everybody's reppin why they came to the concert.
Laced up with the steel-toed boots on.
You know we came to throw fists until the sun's gone,
pissed off, never pissed on,
knocking everybody around, to the ground when my song's on.
If you're not here to mosh, best move,
because the pit's alive & we came here to prove
our love for the band rockin out on the stage,
while colliding with force & releasing rage.
I'm in that space, losing track of time & place,
bangin heads, breaking faces like I broke out of a cage, right
I'm in the zone & my favorite riff is goin,
the crowd is an explosion of wild energy tonight.
I'd like to see you try & step to me,
you best believe that nobody here is havin more fun than me tonight.

Now Bang Your Head and Move those Fucking Horns
Slam Dance in the pit
(That's Fucking Metal)

NOW, THIS IS A CALL TO THE FRONT ROW, I WANT YOU MOVING UP AND DOWN & AROUND, GO. FORM A CIRCLE PIT, THEN DIVIDE RIGHT TO LEFT, WE FINISH OFF WITH A WALL, WITH A WALL OF DEATH.

I come ready to eviscerate the game
I'm pulling everything out of it,
leave an audience in disarray I am fully about it.
I Bring a raucous when I rock this I'm get in your mind and
cause a ruckus That principle Richard Vernon could ever describe.
I'm screaming guttural, My stomach is intolerant
I'm vomiting up a couple of bars and making it audible,
a topical cream gonna be needed when I'm walkin off,
massacre microphones like motherfucking Geronimo
Solar plexus connect with shoulders,
No joke come equipped to be quick with flows
I'm no pro but the amateur damage I know shows
that Hannah Montana could mosh better than most Joe's
Anthro's chosen I can leave a lyrical nose broken
Saint fucking charles Missouri to Hoboken
clear a space like I came with a bull dozer
melt frozen shit circle pit til the shows over
bringin the end game, causin calamity,
got a plan to be ready for any level of savagery,
got a heretical rhetoric, epidemical outreach,
earn a parental advisory sticker without speech
yell , screech, shout and scream to get loose and
hit the track hard enough to call it physical and verbal abuse,
up in a pit were some heavy weights,
like you really didn't need all them ribs in tact anyway

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