The Great Southern Trendkill Pantera (Ft. Seth Putnam)

[Verse 1]
It's wearing on my mind
I'm speaking all my doubts aloud
You rob a dead man's grave
Then flaunt it like you did create

[Chorus 1]
If I hit bottom and everything's gone
In the great Mississippi, please drown me and run

[Bridge 1]
It's digging time again
You're nurturing the weakest trend

[Chorus 2]
Those with the heart and the brain to get past this
Can spot a pathetic without even asking

[Verse 2]
Fuck your magazine
And fuck the long-dead plastic scene
Pierce a new hole
If Hell was "in", you'd give your soul

[Chorus 3]
To the Great Southern Trendkill, that's right
The Great Southern Trendkill, fuck yeah