No Gods, No Masters, No Scrubs

We made this shirt for the ones who refuse to bow, refuse to break, and sure as hell refuse to pick up a scrub hanging out the passenger side of his best friend’s ride.

It’s a battle cry dressed as a T-shirt — a tribute to rebellion, self-respect, and a little late 90s wisdom we never outgrew.

Printed on tough-as-you-are Gildan 5000 cotton and built for the long haul, whether you’re burning sage, burning bridges, or just vibing.

Wear it like armor. Wear it like gospel. Wear it because you deserve better.