Lyrics: Ron Sostaric
Music: Death Carpet Trio
The Story: This song is for all the folks who bust up the weights at the RageAtorium after work.
Lyrics
RageAtorium got a start
On a trip to the trailer park
King hillbilly did his part
For The Rage
This is how the story goes
Gonna tell you 'bout some of those
Who they are
And what they know
Sarge is the leader of the pack
He can lift the whole damn rack
And will lay down major smack
For The Rage
Rock, cooler lids make 'em fly
You ain't got no alibi
Yeah the camera it don't lie
[Chorus]Hard Freakin Core
Hard Freakin Core
You're so hard, you're so hardcore
Hard Freakin Core
Bench press about a buck and a half
Heavy weights just make you laugh
I Kick Ass on your epitaph
Had to do one last round
Couldn't put that shot glass down
Now you're lying on the ground
108-108-108-108!!!
[Chorus]
Ghetto he can really rap
Commercials for San Jac
Baby is taking a massive crap
Deficate (cha-cha-cha )
Iron likes his beer in a glass
Claims it increases muscle mass
Five Alarm showed his bare ass
Moose is the curl king
The One makes those girlies sing
Old School is a pullup machine
Moto motivates
Lifting weights is never done
Rage some more everyone
Rage some more everyone
Hard Freakin Core
Hard Freakin Core
You're so hard, you're so hardcore
Hard Freakin Core
Hard Freakin Core
