Text: Hammer Bros. Other. Out Of Style.

Instead of talking shit why don't you do something about it? It's time for a change and you're out of style. Shut your fucking mouth because I'm sick of your shit. This is not my scene, I'll walk all over it. I don't give a fuck about you or your fashion. Just like the flu you'll be gone next week. We don't give a fuck about how much you drink because the only thing that matters is the way you think. With every waking moment I think of love, I think of my passion to speak my mind where it's not wanted. Better yet, where my words mean more. I'm not doing this for my heath, I got a chip on my shoulder and I'm calling you out. Who am I to judge? So act like you knew. Do us a favor, get a fucking clue