Slavná newyorská hardcorová skupina (s rapovými prvky) založená v r. 1988, nezřídka se vyslovující k sociálním a ekologickým otázkám. Velký ohlas mají alba Urban Discipline a A State Of The World Address. Na konci r. 1995, během natáčení alba...

Píseň: Plastic

Interpret:
BIOHAZARD
Album:
Uncivilization
It's apparent to me, that you are happy to be, 
Stumbling around in your bullshit fantasy, 
Where everybody wears this phony ass grin 
And nobody's ugly, or willing to look in-side 
The mirror, they hide from the terror 
That the world is not a utopian place 
It's iller than ever with scumbags and killers 
As the head motherfucker I spit in your face 
I'll bet they write us off as a bunch of illiterates 
With nothing to say, and think that we're ignorant 
Afraid of our might, so they label us belligerant 
How can they be so motherfuckin arrogant? 
To think we'll stand by and take this shit 
We are the strong and they the insignificant 
So here's my reply to your condescending statements 
All you fuckin faggots can suck my dick 


Sick of all the lies, I despise all you fuckin fakes 
Comes as no surprise, your demise, you fuel my hate 


Hatred-anger contempt-plastic 


[Lead] 


You commercial motherfuckers coming out like your hard 
You wanna talk shit lets pull some cards 
The mike is my blowgun, spittin' venomous darts 
I'm calling you all out, and you know who you are 
These plastic people on this plastic planet 
Are under my skin, and no one gives a fucking shit 
Pop genocide, my solution seems drastic 
You've got no heart, I know that you're plastic 


I am the voice of hate!!! 
Why are you all so fake? 
I am the voice of hate!!! 
You're plastic