| Song | Army |
| Artist | Saliva |
| Album | Rise Up |
| Running your lip, got a grin on your face | |
| Boy, you better quit before I give you taste | |
| You say I’m going down with my crown in the mud | |
| But you’re just another boy and you can’t back it up | |
| Here we stand eye to eye | |
| I think it’s time | |
| Put your money where your mouth is | |
| Because there ain’t no way around it | |
| I’ll knock you down from the top | |
| But you think you can stop me, me | |
| You and what army | |
| You keep talking shit, dripping blood on the floor | |
| You take another hit trying to even the score | |
| Boy, you’re way out, out of your league | |
| Time to bow down, down on your knees | |
| Here we stand in the lights | |
| I think it’s time | |
| Put your money where your mouth is | |
| Because there ain’t no way around it | |
| I’ll knock you down from the top | |
| But you think you can stop me, me | |
| You and what army | |
| You and what army’s gonna take my throne | |
| Break my bones, steal my soul | |
| Ain’t no army gonna climb these walls | |
| Ten feet tall, I won’t fall | |
| Put your money where your mouth is | |
| Because there ain’t no way around it | |
| I’ll knock you down from the top | |
| But you think you can stop me, me | |
| Put your money where your mouth is | |
| Because there ain’t no way around it | |
| I’ll knock you down from the top | |
| But you think you can stop me, me | |
| You and what army | |
| You and what army | |
| Ain’t no army gonna climb these walls | |
| Ten feet tall, I won’t fall |
| Running your lip, got a grin on your face | |
| Boy, you better quit before I give you taste | |
| You say I' m going down with my crown in the mud | |
| But you' re just another boy and you can' t back it up | |
| Here we stand eye to eye | |
| I think it' s time | |
| Put your money where your mouth is | |
| Because there ain' t no way around it | |
| I' ll knock you down from the top | |
| But you think you can stop me, me | |
| You and what army | |
| You keep talking shit, dripping blood on the floor | |
| You take another hit trying to even the score | |
| Boy, you' re way out, out of your league | |
| Time to bow down, down on your knees | |
| Here we stand in the lights | |
| I think it' s time | |
| Put your money where your mouth is | |
| Because there ain' t no way around it | |
| I' ll knock you down from the top | |
| But you think you can stop me, me | |
| You and what army | |
| You and what army' s gonna take my throne | |
| Break my bones, steal my soul | |
| Ain' t no army gonna climb these walls | |
| Ten feet tall, I won' t fall | |
| Put your money where your mouth is | |
| Because there ain' t no way around it | |
| I' ll knock you down from the top | |
| But you think you can stop me, me | |
| Put your money where your mouth is | |
| Because there ain' t no way around it | |
| I' ll knock you down from the top | |
| But you think you can stop me, me | |
| You and what army | |
| You and what army | |
| Ain' t no army gonna climb these walls | |
| Ten feet tall, I won' t fall |