IF YOU WANT C​.​H​.​U​.​D​.​.​. YOU GOT IT

by Kabal

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If You Want C.H.U.D... YOU GOT IT

Produced & mixed by:
Kabal (K.Theodoropolus)
All lyrics & vocals by:
Kabal (unless noted
otherwise in song info)
Recorded 2014 - 2016 at:
Necropolis Studio
Mastered by:
Greg Dawson at:
BWC Studios

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released November 28, 2016

Kabal (Kevin Theodoropolus)
Krustull (Russell Simpson)
Mach Spitz (Cory McCallum)
Dubble D (Dave Day)
Kuato Lives! aka
SpeakerSlut (Allan Zaya)
BWC Gerg (Greg Dawson)
GROG (Greg Wright)
K-NARF (F. Barone)
"Shatterpoint" Shane Drake

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Oldschool hardcore underground producer/rapper from Brampton Ontario Canada.

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Track Name: Intro (C.H.U.D.)
"Intro" (C.H.U.D.)

Was just a kid with a vision, filled with indecision,
Until I executed with perfection and precision/
Different from the others cus I'm twisted & I'm dark,
The only motherfucker sick enough to hit you with the March/
Of the S.O.D. but I'm more like M.O.D.,
With the method of destruction so the whole world sees/
Precipitation of blood, crimson raining on the ground,
The definition of C.H.U.D.? Well let me break it on down/
The C is for cannibal or cannibalistic,
Eat my fingers till' their bleeding, keeping antagonistic/
Fish & chicken, bit of steak & pork until I'm centenarian,
Hipsters turning vegan? Trendier than vegetarians/
The H is for humanoid, since days of yore into the void,
Masters of reality before were old with rheumatoid/
Decrepit arthritis, cancer tumors, meningitis,
Top it off with chronic halitosis & some gingivitis/
The U is for underground, I look at you and wonder how,
You surface breathers eat the media
and keep your chunder down/
Swallowing everything force fed your rationale,
A tube in your throat and crate you up just like the animals/
The D is for dwellers see us creeping in your cellars,
With the mic cables in our hand swinging like propellers/
We the fellas in your nightmares prepare to start a rally,
Type of dudes to avoid staring at in darkened alleys/
I run around in sewers while you chugging down wine coolers,
You all consumers bowing down to the mind rulers/
And when man turns, you churning while the land burns,
While we cold kicking burning hoolies riding sand worms/
I'm not an Iraqi more like the last of the Terakyans,
Using Heavy Metal for smashing, cracking & fracturing/
When you drop apocalypse force the hand & God approaches,
You'll be bones on top of us, while we're roaming with cockroaches/
Track Name: Dethrone The Emperor
"Dethrone The Emperor"

(V1.)
I got tales that I've hoarded, tales that are sordid,
But the best kind of tales are the ones that are morbid/
Listen up you'll find mics don't flows any sicker,
I'm twisting up your minds like some dough in a mixer/
Raining scriptures for the lame-wits, I give you all a lesson,
Painting pictures in your brains with the 'visual aggression'/
'Suicidal winds', and you'll be able to see,
The flag rising of the free, until the end of eternity/

(Chorus)X2
Poised, high, on, stone,
Feeling like an emperor,
But where is your throne?
Ploys, nigh, unknown,
Over throw your kingdom,
And the Emperors dethroned/

(V2.)
'Danse Macabre', illustration of the sickened,
You can blame my mom for 'procreation of the wicked'/
'Return to the eve', with 'visions of mortality',
'Nocturnal fear', pit decisions on morality/
Another 'human' booming with the verbal defiance,
Loom in gloom as I'm consumed in a 'circle of the tyrants'/
Lysergic urge purges give you trips for days,
Perverse murder, 'into the crypts of Rays'/

(Chorus)X2
Poised, high, on, stone,
Feeling like an emperor,
But where is your throne?
Ploys, nigh, unknown,
Over throw your kingdom,
And the Emperors dethroned/
Light, of, the, days,
Denied extraction,
With a thirst for disgrace/
Watch, his, break, drawn,
Visions from beyond,
And the throne is gone/
Track Name: All Well
"All Well"

(V1.)
Well... I'm back once again in the muthafuckin' house,
Mad dumb game to unbutton your blouse/
All the bitches & the snitches & the cunts & the stunts,
Up in the back of the clubs, with the wackest of dubs/
We be smacking them up, you getting done like bumps,
Cus this is for the brothers in the front with the blunts/
Grunting & sweating, while I'm spitting hot shit,
Stage diving, slam dancing, ripping shit up in the mosh pit/
Looking for trouble, with the hustle and bustle,
Well look no further, here's Kabal & Krustull/
Ready to rumble, like Mike Rotundo,
You're getting lost like a wallet in El Segundo/
Getting squashed by Bundy running in the turnbuckles,
But fuck John Cena & his five knuckle shuffle/
Enough about mat shit, wrasslin' tactics,
Rather run with Mach Spitz in the Half Verbal Gymnastics/

(Chorus)X2
When I gotta flip, routines,
Anytime I rip, I rip the mic well/
When I gotta spit, new steez,
Never lose my grip... It's All Well/

It's all well...

(V2.) [Mach Spitz]
We crush the jump and then we ghost that bike
Bum rush the bump and then we roast that mic
We hush all chumps and then we post up like
Double clutch and pump fakes yer crossed up (psych!)
Changing the scene again, fake dogs like Finnegan
Dressed up and shipped up off to Shawinigan
Steppers can't keep up best get your beef up
Theo with the beat down now yer picking teeth up
Sleepers perpetually woke up
Ears hear this here ,eyes tear ya you choke up
Knuckles brass? Check. Mask? Check. Ya we cloak up
5 dollar Busters get ripped wrapped and smoked up
The Pza eating trash crushing Don Delawheeze
And the Long don quad street Kevy with the steez
Still running this shit from our laptops
Make sure yer yap stops when the boom Bap drops, well...

(Chorus)X2
When I gotta flip, routines,
Anytime I rip, I rip the mic well/
When I gotta spit, new steez,
Never lose my grip... It's All Well/

It's all well...

(V3.)
I started pouring out of loneliness & boredom,
A silent assassin who put the social in disorder/
But then I flourished with the hope of being cash cropper,
See me resurface with the dope beats in Grasshopper/
& then the scene crashed, dream land gassed,
Grab a gas mask, some Mike's & some mics, & then we 3 n' Pass/
Once the smokes gone we hack twelve cones,
Grow my Afro & now you call me Black Belt Jones/
Sold my soul to the microphone stuck in my sticky fingers,
Throwing devil horns with a bunch of sucka Wiggaz/
Mashing fly riffs, if you catch my drift,
Sorta like a con artist when I'm snatching with Grift/
From the Don Stefano, to the Dons of The Dead,
To the Rotten Utensils, to the Street Trash kid/
30 years in 8 bars I never fumble or fall,
& now an army of one that you be calling Kabal/

Can't you see? It's all well,
Still be coming with the sound
to make you break your neck/
Can't you see? Time don't tell,
Never gonna stop me wrecking shop/
Can't you see? This is Hell,
I gotta gang of troops with super loops
For punishment & crushing/
Can't you see? It's all well
It's all well, It's all well,
It's All Well...
Track Name: Explorer
"Explorer"

(V1.)
Day after day I comb my brain,
Searching for words which sound the same/
Choosing these words and making them fit,
Hoping, somehow, they'll all make sense/
And if they're nonsense, don't blame me,
Cus I'm just exploring my identity/
I set the stage for the anonymous play,
Composing good and evil in an offhand sort of way/
You turn on me it's cus you don't understand,
And won't until you assemble the fragmented picture/
Of a shattered man, The Scatterbrain,
The Splatterhead, the victim in pain/
The Motörhead, with the Motor breath,
I Frolic through the park like an Angel of Death/
Cus I've been searching, and my own mind,
Is my latest, greatest, most fabulous find/

(V2.)
I had to explore everything, all the drugs and drink,
Cut my dick off with a butterknife in the sink/
Lived in jail for a thousand or more years,
Got lost for fifteen million more at sears/
Never know what I might do next,
Destroy myself, discover death/
On the left hand path but I'm veering to the right,
I get so jazzed when it's nearing Devil's Night/
I never followed the light, or dabbled in Eve's apple,
I chose to spend Friday nights Haunting the Chapel/
My Bad Brains rattle when they're kicking into battle,
Bumping Anthrax while I'm out tipping cattle/
Spreading the disease like a mad cow(mad cow),
Flipping it with ease when I rap loud(rap loud)/
Stepping to me? You're poising to get hurt,
Like walking into C.B.G.B.s with a Poison shirt/

(V3.)
Call me the explorer going border to border,
The horror of it all, and the business of Horror/
The drunken lunging, the ganja pungent,
And I don't wanna be in your London Dungeon/
Punching the ground, when I thrash around,
Repping no CK but Crumbsuckers & Krakdown/
You talking trash now, duck my shoes kid,
The breakdown drops and I fucking lose it/
Smack ya toothless, stupid ruthless,
You're crawling out the pit wounded & shoeless/
Scrape you're bloody face up off the flooring,
Catch another case when I'm out exploring/
Track Name: Augusta's Baby
"Augusta's Baby"

The youngest of two boys, drunk for a father,
Isolated farmhouse, not to be bothered/
From outside influential fools,
Never leaving the house except to attend school/
Mama preached immoralities plaguing the world,
The evils of drinking, the theories of girls/
Devil instrument put forth for prostitution,
Old Testament and divine retribution/

Seemingly random laughter,
Devoted to pleasing his mother,
Destined to be a failure,
Remain detached from people/
Seemingly random laughter,
Devoted to pleasing his mother,
Destined to be a failure,
Laughing at his own jokes/

Dad drank to death, heart failure commence,
Odd jobs around town to help cover expense/
Honest and reliable community resident,
Humble hard-worker his only embellishment/
Neighborhood babysitter trusted civilian,
An adult who related more easily to children/
Brother spoke ill of his mothers adoration,
They found him face down in a marshy vegetation/

Seemingly random laughter,
Devoted to pleasing his mother,
Destined to be a failure,
Remain detached from people/
Seemingly random laughter,
Devoted to pleasing his mother,
Destined to be a failure,
Laughing at his own jokes/

Two paralyzing strokes, health deteriorated,
Dead at 67 and her boy is devastated/
Now alone in the world, depressed, devoid of,
His one and only friend and his one true love/

Seemingly random laughter,
Devoted to pleasing his mother,
Destined to be a failure,
Remain detached from people/
Seemingly random laughter,
Devoted to pleasing his mother,
Destined to be a failure,
Laughing at his own jokes/

Mausoleum intruder,
Grave robbing consumer,
Local corpse exhumer,
Growing animosities/
Death cult curiosity,
Cannibal monstrosity,
Fond of Nazi ferocity,
Obsessed with all atrocities/

Decapitated body in his shed,
Dressed out like a dear and mutilated after death/
Collection of bones and fragments,
Fashioned human epidermis into wastebaskets/
Sawed off skulls on his bedposts,
Head in a box, heart in a bag, near his potbellied stove/
Leggings and corset made of skin,
And the faces of his victims that he loved to play in/

Laughing at his own jokes
Track Name: My Old Man's A Fatso (cover)
"My Old Man's A Fatso"

Locked inside my bedroom
Looking at the posters up on the wall,
I need a little elbow room
I need space man that ain't all, yeah/
Get home first thing you know
The folks jump on my case,
Get a job, take the dishes out,
Put the trash back in its place,
Someday when I'm a man
I'm gonna kick them in the face/

'Cos my old man's a fatso
He's got an ashtray for a mouth,
Baby, my old man's an asshole
But you know he own this house/

Cruising on the highway
It feels so good to see open space,
I don't feel like a prisoner
I don't feel like a basket case/
I turn the radio up to ten
And you know I've found my place,
Walk the dog, get the mower out
Cut the grass and rake the leaves,
Now that I'm a man
I'm gonna piss right in their teeth/

'Cos my old man's an asshole
He's got a shit-house for a mouth,
Baby, my old man's an asshole
But you know he owns this...
Mother fucking, white trash, piece of shit house/
Track Name: Possessed
"Possessed"

(V1.)
When I go down the street, all the people watching me,
I'm a prisoner of a demon that nobody can see/
Bystanders gawking as I shiver and shake,
I gotta war inside my head and it's about to fucking break/
I can't shake it cos' it stays with me wherever I go,
Try as I may I can't break away from its forever hold/
I gotta boiling in my brain and I'm telling you bro,
This must be my punishment for selling my soul/
I don't know if they are people or if they are spirits,
Always seem to lose the truth every time that I'm near it/
Do they even belong among the human race?
Why do they want me so bad?
Why won't they come out of their hiding place?
I can't see them, but I know they're here,
Gonna end up institutionalized from living in fear/
Now you might think that I'm crazy but I can feel it in my veins,
All this pressure on my body causing all my strength to drain/

(Chourus)
Too much pressure, my pulse is rising
My heart is pounding, my head really hurts,
I can't take it, all this pressure
From all these things inside of me/
Everywhere I look I see them
Everywhere I go they're at,
What did I do to deserve this
Why won't they just leave my body?

(V2.)
Crazy or insane? Don't even know half the time,
If I'm on a trip to the brain, or if I've already lost my mind/
Dealing every day with this fate of mine,
Is it real, or is it fake or am I permanently blind?
Tell me, Am I in power? or am I a slave?
Who in hell is in control at the end of the day?
All the voices in my head, telling me where to go,
Am I still living or am I dead? Do I still have a soul?
Yo all I know is that I can't keep going this way,
Born 2 B Cyco every day/
There's no way to get leisure, not even for a measure,
If I keep going like this never again will I taste pleasure/
I've grown tired of their know it all behavior,
6 million ways to be a suicidal failure/
If they won't break the oath I'm gonna have to disband,
I have lost all control this thing has now taken command/
(POSSESSED)
(Chourus)X2
Too much pressure, my pulse is rising
My heart is pounding, my head really hurts,
I can't take it, all this pressure
From all these things inside of me/
Everywhere I look I see them
Everywhere I go they're at,
What did I do to deserve this
Why won't they just leave my body?
Track Name: Busy Rollin'
"Busy Rollin "

(V1.)
This is for the homies buying gold for their ladies
I'm broker than a joke but I've got keys for your Mercedes
No time for parking lots, propping up the hood
I'm cropping up in neighbourhoods and up to no good
I'm BiWay kicking it, like it so I'm knicking it
Flash that fuckin smirk again and jerk I put a brick in it
I'm sicker, prick, than shingles, saltier than Pringles
Rob Vans Robbin vans, Dams not Winkles
Boat shoe khaki wearing polo on the shirt
Motherfuckers look stupid when I drop 'em in the dirt
See we're dirty we're rotten but far from being imbeciles
Old schooling guys stealing cooling pies from window sills
We're not flashing cash, check the couch slouch for toonies
The mouth stache I'm grooming was born in the boonies
I pow like peralta yer shit filled like colon
I'd goon ya like I'm Brolin but I'm too busy Rolling

(chorus)
R o LLin I cool J the block,
RotfLin I fuck with yer flock,
I flow LOLin you know what I'm selling,
I Roll out the d'rugs and control the block (theoooo!!)

(V2.)
I'm rolling like a stone, don't be trolling my zone,
Or you'll be ivory cubes that dudes use to roll bones/
I roll cones, dros & homegrown,
You only see me rolling pinners when Kevin's home alone/
I roll blunts, three papers and twos,
I'll even roll your weak crew for your brand new shoes/
record that shit too, check the instant replay,
Won't even wear your kicks I'll just sell em on ebay/
Killer K here to play turn your face to straight mush,
Get brushed by death stepping to the Cor-Crush/
try to bum rush us? the ruthless beasts,
Then some heads are gonna roll just like we're Judas Priest/
SpeakerSlut with the guttural beats,
Muthafuck your drop Ds, Gergs gits soil sheets/
And we freaks the techniques, Midas touch always golden,
Now you're begging for a freebie but we're too busy rolling/

(chorus)
R o LLin I cool J the block,
RotfLin I fuck with yer flock,
I flow LOLin you know what I'm selling,
Roll out the d'rugs and control the block

(V3.)
Gergles with the six strings Zaya with the beats
Theos at my side again we're back to loppin feets
It's the K to the illa to the C to the rush
Stairwell steppers know they gonna catch a mush
Kick another bucket yo we flog another pony
Old school truer leave you bluer than gibroni
Hot like pepperoni sticks the mix high fallutin
Not shooting for the dough yo this flows non-gluten
You know I roll, but never over like Beethoven,
You know I'm cold, like the beer that you keep frozen/
Chosen one, since I was dozing in my mom,
Now I screw beats the fuck up &
spit words the fuck out, human time bomb/
So keep calm and enjoy the suffering,
Employ your mother for her fluffing and buffering/
My tough sixteens got you seeking consoling,
But I'm bumpin' Ice T, too busy high rolling/

(chorus)
R o LLin I cool J the block,
RotfLin I fuck with yer flock,
I flow LOLin you know what I'm selling,
I Roll out the d'rugs and control the block

Roll-in you know how we do
Roll non believers ask pooh
Roll-in we Kung like the fu
Roll-in we crumble yer crew
Track Name: The Abyss
"The Abyss"

Cold damp dawn, rising sun,
artillery drawn, lying in the mud/
Bold men gone, dying young,
military sons, and their names live on/
Morning dew gleams down on the fallen
breeze blows through the stench of the rotting/
Devouring thoughts rage, all are sodden,
knees and elbows in the trenches crawling/

When you stare in the abyss,
all day long until the sky turns black,
If you stare long enough,
into the abyss, the abyss stares back/

Move with allies push them in a bend,
Concave, sought to eliminate/
Intensive bombardment, releasing poison gas,
Dropping like flies, hold the line and fight back/

When you gaze in the abyss,
All night long until the sky turns blue,
For when you gaze long into,
The Abyss, gazes also into you/

THE ABYSS

All through the night, fought to close the gap,
Yellow-green clouds of chlorine/
Enemies launch more gas, another poison attack,
Two days pass, six thou on their backs

When you stare in the abyss,
all day long until the sky turns black,
If you stare long enough,
into the abyss, the abyss stares back/

Campaign launched relieving pressure from the forces,
Beleaguered casualties exceeded/
Major offensive on, extreme left of the assault,
Finally secured, our division in exalt/

When you stare in the abyss,
all day long until the sky turns black,
If you stare long enough,
into the abyss, the abyss stares back/
When you gaze in the abyss,
All night long until the sky turns blue,
For when you gaze long into,
The Abyss gazes also into you/

THE ABYSS

Our formation, the reputation,
a formidable assault force on location/
Such distinction, recognition,
On a mission of extinction/
Quench our thirst, when we're dispersed,
Approach the lines, they're prepared for the worst/
Marked as shock troops, band of brothers,
Heading one great battle after another/

THE ABYSS

Cold damp dawn, rising sun,
artillery drawn, lying in the mud/
Bold men gone, dying young,
military sons, and their names live on/
The morning dew gleams down on the fallen,
The breeze blows through the stench of the rotting/
Devouring thoughts rage, all are sodden,
knees and elbows in the trenches crawling/

When you stare in the abyss,
all day long until the sky turns black,
If you stare long enough,
into the abyss, the abyss stares back/

Assembled to operate, combat as a corps,
Reinforced, supported, advancing,
Every piece at our disposal, let the firing commence,
Lay down a barrage, predetermined increments/

When you stare in the abyss,
all day long until the sky turns black,
If you stare long enough,
into the abyss, the abyss stares back/
When you gaze in the abyss,
All night long until the sky turns blue,
For when you gaze long into,
The Abyss gazes also into you/
Track Name: B.O.M.B.(Beast On My Back)
"B.O.M.B.(Beast On My Back)"

(V1.)
Well I've made a few mistakes, don't think I'll ever live them down,
I'm a prisoner of guilt, and my past forever bound/
Try to follow straight and narrow, was always on my mind,
But when I let my guard down, I'm tripping over the line/
Because I'm forever haunted by a beast on my back,
Deceitful temptation, with a planned attack/
I gotta guilt plagued mind until the day that I die,
I want to live a better life & believe me I try/ (But I gotta...)

(Chorus)
Beast on my back, in agony I dwell,
A pain inside the brain forever racketing, swelled/
Beast on my back, this is a living hell,
Locked up in my head while I dwell in this shell/

(V2.)
I pray that the past will soon disappear,
But no matter how hard I try, my memories are clear/
Wicked law prevails & intentions turn sour,
Intensity of evil growing stronger by the hour/
Once again I've lost balance & stumbled to the ground,
Will I ever be free? How long shall I be bound?/
Despising my vices, fearing that it's too late,
Forever stuck a helpless victim doing everything I hate/ (I gotta...)

(Chorus)
Beast on my back, in agony I dwell,
Locked up in my head while I die in this shell/
Beast on my back, this is a living hell,
A pain inside the brain forever racketing, swelled/

(V3.)
Foolish men prophesize with visions in their eyes,
Wayward child leads the weak to their demise/
People try to bring us down, we don't need their kind around,
Take a look inside yourself, Rejuvenation can be found/
Consciousness void, all lives at stake,
Ignoring all the risks, it's a chance you take/
Evil abounds but we can surely hide or flee
& not live in the dread of a sick society/ (With a...)

(Chorus)
Beast on my back, in agony I dwell,
A pain inside the brain forever racketing, swelled/
Beast on my back, this is a living hell,
Locked up in my head while I dwell in this shell/

(V4.)
Temptations seize & turn you into a slave,
Succumb to human nature & you'll never be saved/
I've felt this way, so empty inside,
Trusted every promise just to learn they had lied/
But once the nightmare is over the scars will never fade,
Etched inside my memory all mistakes that I've made/
Such a wretched being in a state of unease,
Trapped within the shell of death, rescue me!/ (From the...)

(Chorus)
Beast on my back, in agony I dwell,
Locked up in my head while I die in this shell/
Beast on my back, this is a living hell,
A pain inside the brain forever racketing, swelled/
Track Name: She Watch Channel Zero (cover)
"She Watch Channel Zero"

The woman makes the men all pause
And if you got a woman
She might make you forget yours
There's a 5 letter word
To describe her character
But her brains being washed by an actor
And every real man that tries to approach
Come the closer he comes
He gets dissed like a roach
I don't think I can handle
She goes channel to channel
Cold lookin' for that hero
She watch channel zero

Two, seven, five, four, eight
She watched she said
All added up to zero
And nothing in her head
She turns and turns
And she hopes the soaps
Are for real, she learns
That it ain't true, nope
But she won't survive
And rather die in a lie
Falls a fool, for some dude, on a tube
I don't think I can handle
She goes channel to channel
Cold lookin' for that hero
She watch channel zero

Trouble vision for a sister
'Cause I know she don't know, I quote
Her brains retrained
By a 24 inch remote
Revolution a solution
For all of our children
But her children
Don't mean as much as the show, I mean
Watch her worship the screen, and fiend
For a TV ad
And it just makes me mad
I don't think I can handle
She goes channel to channel
Cold lookin' for that hero
She watch channel zero
Track Name: Time Has Come (For You)
"Time Has Come"
(For You)

Time Has Come
You lived you're life for you
Time Has Come
And now those days are through
Time Has Come
To grow up & be a man
Time Has Come
But you never took your stand

Slacking off, all the time,
watching life, pass on by,
"I can change, if I try",
believe the lies,
now you're doing it again!

Time Has Come
Time has come for you
Time Has Come
Now you pay your dues
Time Has Come
Time has come for you
Time Has Come
Now you pay your dues

Slacking off, all the time,
watching life, pass on by,
"I can change, if I try",
believe the lies,
& now you're doing it again!

TIME!!!!!

Time has come,
You wasted what you could have gave/
& now you walk around,
with one foot in the grave/

Time Has Come
Time has come for you!
Track Name: BONUS-Unfuckingtouchable
"Unfuckingtouchable"

(V1.)
Mach Spitz calling out the heavyweight cronies
The Brampton Jabronis no fakers no phonies
Trained on traynor stacks to crack your sonys
Skull bones shatter from this crew with cojones
Gerg with the strings and the heaviest tone
The skin masher that's the fucking tank Frank Barone
Wiggaz motherfucker don't attempt to front
We're hitting homeys while you softies are squaring to bunt

(Chorus)
Unfuckingtouchable
These geezers are crowd pleasers, steady steezing
Unfuckingtouchable
Bringing noise uninvited and we don't need a reason
Unfuckingtouchable
Here's the Abyss Miss you're in it for a season
Unfuckingtouchable
Puffer sucking suckers stuck wheezing

(V2.)
The BWC sound is in your residence,
The BWC founder and the president
& we trouble you geeks now it's clearly evident,
I've been dumping routines down to bring new elements
Older than your dad with kids running around too,
Yet we still bring it realer than you Jr. fuckin' clown shoes
Lyrics bucking down fools, see our super sound tools,
Coming to a theatre soon near your fuckin' town noobs

(Chorus)
Unfuckingtouchable
These geezers are crowd pleasers, steady steezing
Unfuckingtouchable
Bringing noise uninvited and we don't need a reason
Unfuckingtouchable
Here's the Abyss Miss you're in it for a season
Unfuckingtouchable
Puffer sucking suckers stuck wheezing

(V3.)
You can't stick with this you can't step to this
Mano a Mano catch some mono, fucking strep and shit
You can't fool and fake you made yer first mistake
You went and poked the beast and now the beasts awake
Y'all don't know shit when it comes to this rap shit,
The boom bap shit, the wild style graff shit
We four tracked shit, underground rad shit
Back before you were swimming in your Dad's sack bitch
By George the metal we forge
Chaos A.D. step to the scene scourge
Floor all the flossers who think this is blasphemous
Stuck in the rear eat the dust and the gas from this

Unfuckingtouchable (X4)

(V4.)
Hammerlock takedowns old school breakdowns
Leaving the seat down and Bringing the beatdowns
Fake clowns fucked up 50 knuckle chuckle
It's nifty how we flip shit thicker than a turnbuckle
Theo's Revenge, PZA Man, Pant City,
We come to your town & leave your trousers shitty
Rip the Volkswagen emblem off your ride with no shame,
And rock it around my neck on a fly gold chain

B.C. / B.W.C. (X4)
A.S.A.P.
Track Name: BONUS-Run!(CrustCoreVocalMix)
"Run!"

(V1.)
Welcome to the Royal Rumble, straight out the urban jungle,
you getting pummelled & stumbled like you was Mr.Bungle/
A drunk clown, buck town, duck down, chuck ground,
Luck bound, pluck crowns, and we're here to fuck sound/
I got Priors like Richard, so quit you're bitching,
& stop the snitching, contradicting or I'll hitch you in stitchings/
You couldn't spit so clever, or fit together,
You'll never ever, be better at solving puzzles whatever.../

(Chorus)X2
You see me coming with this mic in my hand ...
you'd better run,
You feel the drumming, and the thunder is coming...
you better run/
Guitar is strumming with the humming and buzzing...
you better run/
Forever crushing, destruction, you bet your ass...
you'd better run/

(V2.)
Run to the hills like Iron Maiden, I'm name taking,
You straight faking, forsaking, while I'm making the bacon,
Gun tools, son fools, stun yous, bun hools,
Spun rules, shun schools, and we're running your jewels/
I spit fire like a zippo, a hungry hippo,
You Weeping willow on your pillow, dealing with the sicko/
Schizophrenia will drain ya, degrade ya,
Enslave ya, Euthanasia couldn't save ya/

(Chorus)X2
You see me coming with this mic in my hand...
you'd better run,
You feel the drumming, and the thunder is coming...
you better run/
Guitar is strumming with the humming and buzzing...
you better run/
Forever crushing, destruction, you bet your ass...
you'd better run/
Track Name: BONUS-Flashback (cover)
"Flashback"

I'm gonna kill him
I'm gonna break his face
I'm gonna crack his skull
I'm gonna kick it all in
I'm gonna break his legs off
I'm gonna rip his head off
And then shit down his neck
And then I'll laugh like a motherfucker
And then I'll laugh like a motherfucker
'cause I hate her! X4
And then I'll fall past X4
I'm gonna flashback
Flashback! X3

'cause I hate her!

Pneumatic drill
Right through her chest
Bedroom punching
Right through the rest
I'm gonna make her suffer
I'm gonna make her suffer
And then watch her die
And then watch her die
'cause I hate her! X4
And then I'll fall past X4
I'm gonna flashback
Flashback! X3

'cause I hate her!

I'm gonna rip her flesh
I'm gonna piss in her face
I'm gonna rip her open
And then hit her with mace
I'm gonna make her suffer
I'm gonna make her suffer
I'm gonna make her cry
I'm gonna watch her die
'cause I hate her! X4
And then I'll fall past X4
I'm gonna flashback
Flashback X11

I hate her!
Flashback!
Laugh like a motherfucker! X2