Headhunterz Digiwave
We're about to rock through the speakers We get nothing but respect. And hold weird devotion The grudge of our track. For every day I live Through the force throughout your back We're darkening, producing, a boom-bass kicking track.
Breaking down the system That shall not cross my head An essay of resistance Will result in sudden death. We impose a new sensation, or we will kindly ask, Is your full anticipation on this boom-bass kicking track?
