SnapBacks and Battle Jackets Lyrics

Freckly little redheads, with Snapbacks and Jordan's
Thinking They're Hot shit. Nothing but a loser

As tough as skin on rice pudding with their pants low on their ass
But when it comes to being brutal. Give them a pass

Come at me bro, do you even slam?
I drop sick breakdowns, you feel me fam?
I know 4 notes on my down tuned 8 string
Vape and gape, my pig squeals dominate

Insufferable tropes, and elitist behavior
Look upon the slam and you think it's your savior
Malicious, indignant, back stabbers, you're failures
It's now become stale, and can't work in your favor

A scene that thrives on its clothing and likes
But if the sound derives you just sit back and whine
Technique and prowess, All the great sounds you're missing out
You wanna stick to binary and say it superior?
Play more than one riffs and you'll still be inferior