I didn't choose it....it chose me....so I hit the track running like a nosebleed.
It's more of a lifestyle...than a hairstyle. Jump in ya cold neck loser were kickin names and takin ass.
I get my haircut facing the corner of a dark room with no no funny business.
On a crisp summers eve...when the wind blows just right...if you listen closely...you can hear our mullet kings of the past whispering...Mulletron...