Gortex

Posse in effect, scramble up, new rhyme

Big Goretex, crushed down, two time

Rumble in the street, neighborhood shakedown

Emerald City posse, gonna take this town

Suckers gettin' mad, swift kick, broke rib

Serve it in a dish, name it up, rib-tip

Metal in the front, big stomp, crush neck

Punks on tip, call the boots, GoreTex

Laugh if you want, but you might get crushed

Walk through the dangerous Hilltop brush

Bullet-proof, steel-toed, down to kick butt

Roughin' up character who drop weak cuts

One twenty five was the price tag on 'em

Cool brothers buy 'em, even though they don't want 'em

Style is a must, but the style is rough

China Beach boots couldn't crush more stuff

Strap 'em down, lace 'em up, get in the bucket

Reach for the tongue, pull it out, then tuck it

Ten pound boots could destruct all comers

My whole posse wears them Fort Lewis runners

Death to a white pair of nikes

Kickin' over big motor bikes

Steppin' over puddles in the hood

Girls laugh, but you know they look good

Waffle-like prints in the snow

Pulverize punks when we throw

Salute to the group in the booths

Bow, and we kick you in the snoot

Hollow-point nine, to the boots, ricochet

Leavin' mud prints when I romp in the rain

Draw black scars on the new gym floor

Pimps like to wear 'em when they kick them whores

This is it baby, big shiny black boots

Runnin' over punks like Iranian troops

Trample, crush, hittin' like a dump truck

Jump in my face and a size twelve get stuck

In your butt, 'cause you wanted to box

One-two punch and the GoreTex drops

On your toe, your brother got caught

By GoreTex boots from the GoreTex shop

Git it!

Posse in effect, scramble up, new rhyme

Big Goretex, crushed down, two time

Rumble in the street, neighborhood shakedown

Emerald City posse, gonna take this town

Suckers gettin' mad, swift kick, broke rib

Serve it in a dish, name it up, rib-tip

Metal in the front, big stomp, crush neck

Punks on tip, call the boots, GoreTex