Well, you got the gangsta rappers cruising in the low-riders,

They're kitted out by the very best designers,

Got all the booty women and they're trippin' with ice,

A car turns a corner and they gotta look twice



Boy bands practicing their dance moves,

They're lookin' so smooth,

They're lookin' so cool,

They have a stylist to tell them what to do and say,

What to sing and play,

They're broken up soon anyway



Some suck, some rock

Tough shit

You've made your bed now you lie in it



Well you've got your drug squad singing about taking up and tweaking

The only problem, they practise what they're preaching

They wrote a kid a tune

Hit the big time real soon 

Til they find the singer dead in a hotel room



Nu-metal kiddie acting so tough

No one else is good enough

Grew up on the streets rough

When in reality went to a private school

Never broke a single rule

He's acting bad so he looks cool



It's just the price they have to pay



Some suck, some rock

Tough shit

You've made your bed now you lie in it



Ska punk's just a big joke

Just upsets folk

It gets stuck in their throat

Well if ska punk's just a big joke

Just upsets folk

Well that's the price we wanna pay 



(x2)

Some suck, some rock

Tough shit

You've made your bed now you lie in