They call us the new kids, the underdogs. The ones who are already on the ground when the battle starts. You can’t knock us down while we’re already crawling for your mercy. But just because we’re down does not mean we’re out. Just because we’re amateur doesn’t mean we can’t throw a hay maker and plow you down like a truck. I don’t care if you’re at the top, doesn’t mean that we won’t pop and be spontaneous and drop you like Skrillex. You’re getting caught out and left in the dirt, you called us the bad ones. But when I get mad, my anger is legendary. We stood up but you knocked us back down, we keep a solid smirk but on the inside we have a frown like a clown that can’t fit in a tiny buggy car. Here we go throwing the fists, we’re climbing to the top like a hiker to Everest, but we’re gonna be a striker. We didn’t get the first hit, but we’ll be the last to stand. Like the apocalypse we’ll be the final stand for all those who couldn’t stand for themselves.I won’t give up no matter how much I get singled out and beat on like a little kid, you try to take my candy isn’t it just dandy when you’re the big dog. One day I’ll throw a fight that’ll push you down and show you, your place. Gotta’ keep pace and stay in the race don’t fall back, if you’re ever down call me over and I won’t be a push over. I’ll keep the spirit of the team popping and moving like fireworks being shot off the sun, doesn’t it sound like fun to be on the top? We’ve only just begun, we’ll be there one day!