Mach Spitz & Kabal are​​.​​​.​​. Street Trash

by Street Trash

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Mach Spitz & Kabal are... "Street Trash"

Starring Cory "Mach Spitz" McCallum as "Burt"
& Kevin "Kabal" Theodoropolus as "Fred"

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released January 6, 2015

Produced by: Kabal (K.Theodoropolus)
Co-produced by: Mach Spitz (C.McCallum)

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Track Name: Junk Culture
V1. (Kabal)"Fred"]
I'm like the thing your family chained up & bound in the cellar, Cannibalistic humanoid underground dweller/
Call me C.H.U.D. for short, I got the gore report,
the horror-core retort and what the stores import/
I'm in my quarters ordering assorted things off of websites,
movies for midnights, chopping up dead-ites/
Christine's headlights illuminate and you're done,
I master puppets like my fucking name was Andre Toulon/
Game like jigsaw, starving girls in a well,
Puzzle boxes that unlocks the darkest corners of hell/
Where the unholy slash and you embody all the pain,
More goalie masks than the hockey hall of fame/
(If) this scum is disturbed, you're lacking fingers and balls,
Just because you referred to action figures as dolls/
Runnin' down the ave cus I'm gonna beat ya ass,
Screaming "Fucking little street trash!"/

(CHORUS X2)
Keep your Beet-thovin', keep your Bach
Street Trash, Fred and Burt, Kabal and Mach
Suit and tie guys better hit the block
Junk Culture Vultures neck deep in schlock

[V2. (Mach Spitz)"Burt"]
Take yer opera, specs and tuxedos
Gimme Sam Delaney any day of the week
Death Angel, DRI, Cheese Doritos
Arthur C. Clarke and a pair of fucking speedos
Dickens? Yer kidding me, Philip K sucker
He's the dick I been suckin' everyday like a motherfucker
Now these high castle men gonna rewrite some history
Speculative shit on the noir tip
Cryptonomical, code loaded spy shit
Vaporizing punks who try rolling up on my shit
Bob Backlund of the pen protector set
Crossneck chicken wing sucker I wrecked yer neck/
Got my vector set and every system go
Crossing ludicrous speed off the list again
Get the gyst of this, apocalyptic styles
Popping cryptic, cock blocking dip shits

(CHORUS X2)
Keep your Beet-thovin', keep your Bach
Street Trash, Fred and Burt, Kabal and Mach
Suit and tie guys better hit the block
Junk Culture Vultures neck deep in schlock

[V3. (Kabal)"Fred" & (Mach Spitz)"Burt"]
Junk Culture we ain't talking about sausages,
Punked your father for his old school cartridges/
Fuck Partridges, Fred here's my family,
Brother from another mother ship, town of Bramalea/
You can't handle me, you're bleeding and welting,
Guzzle down your viper and I still ain't melting /
Tenafly, 30 mics, dirty 40s,
Getting our warp drive with four five-tittied shorties/
Lord of Illusions, mental intrusions,
Leave your brain traumatized and full of contusions/
Confucius shit, fission-fusion team-up,
Flies in your tele-porter, sport, watch you beam up/
Re-up, roll weed-up, Re-animator on the TV,
Deceivers get cleaved, check the CV/
M.D. Herbert West west y'all, Last House on the left y'all,
Cold clockin' lasers in the vest, y'all/

(CHORUS X4)
Keep your Beet-thovin', keep your Bach
Street Trash, Fred and Burt, Kabal and Mach
Suit and tie guys better hit the block
Junk Culture Vultures neck deep in schlock
Track Name: Bite It!
V1. (Kabal)"Fred"

Well I'm a super duper fresh oldschool MC,
you and your troop wish to be so cool like me/
In this art form I got my rap degree,
So hardcore that you wanna rap like me/
Try to snack on me with those clacking teeth,
I'll crack your fronts out like Chiefs smash the beef/
You wanna battle me with those flat routines?
Saturated in a sea full of crab MC's/
"But I call em biters, imitators,
Copy cats & duplicators"/
Wack-a-traitors, you been told twice kids,
jack my shit? I break out the old vice grips/
You Spitz like Mach? Just your teeth on the floor
Call the dentist cus you can't go (bite) anymore/
Fred & Burt the hard way, storming your dark stage,
"So many biters I performed in a shark cage"/

Bite It!

V2. (Mach Spitz)"Burt"

"Well I'm the doc right, all day & night right,
I'm black & white right, is that alright? So right!"
Cuz I'm the Mach, right
I slay and fight, right
Display the bite might
Is that allright? So right!
I keep it real like a pickle, yo
Shrill like a piccolo
Fickle Don Rickle with a sickle, so dispicable
Don't try to tickle though
I'll brick ya with a Michelob
Dime bag or nickel, Travis T like Bickle, yo
Never mea culpa, I'll bite you to a pulpa
Steal yer fucking steez and sell it back like Sebulba
Jackin all the sweet beats, sweet meats and sauces
Thievin disbelievers 'fore they realize their losses
Bandit of the mic set, I grabs it cuz I likes it
Boombaps and dope raps, you blabs it , I takes it
You best stay awake and watch yer books, bite complainer
I munch in my sleep, straight through my night retainer
Track Name: Victimz Of Pain (f​.​Greg Dawson)
[V1 (Mach Spitz)"Burt"]

Friends, Romans, & countrymen, city folk wake up,
Street trash punch lining, shitty joke shake up
Titty poke, nurple-ing, nips turning’ purple n’,
Burt with the near edge, Fred with the herbal-ing/
Gurgling, but yo we’ll get to Gergles later.,
Kicking and screaming like a demon in an incubator/
High fived the cabbie said "Yo homes I’ll stink you later",
AD’d the scene, acid drop on the Gator/

(chorus)
Why am I going insane?
& Why am I the one to blame?

[V2 (Kabal)"Fred"]

Street surf an H-town, need turf to skate now,
freaks & geeks gather round for the shakedown/
Fuck being white trash, I'm fucking street trash,
You bring your ripe mash? Get fucking beat fast!/
My fucking beats smash, ask your pops kid,
"dropping science" like the 80s' when I dropped CID/
Popping & jumping, on these vicitms of pains, (but)
I need coffee to function like zombies need "brains"/

(chorus)
Why am I going insane?
Why am I the one to fucking blame?
Insane!

[solo1(Greg Dawson)"GERG"]

[V3(Mach Spitz)"Burt"]

Phonelessly bonelessin' toneless intruders,
Four wheels and planks, no thanks to fruity scoot-booters/
Cuz I’m the suit-shooter, K-balls the hoot-tooter,
Rooty-toot-tooty with a nudie suit, the new polluters/
Hip hop’s Exxon, fucking with your Lexus,
Next shit like Zaxxon, kicks to your plexus/
The solar one, yo, no we’re not the bi-polar ones,
Soup-goof munchers, and we’re quick with the molar guns/

(chorus)
Why am I going insane?
& Why am I the one to blame?

[V4(Kabal)"Fred"]

I be the trash that the streets on, get ass like a freaks thong,
cops walk the beat while I'm dashing with my feets on/
dumped like junk in the trunk of a car,
Cus we played your ass like the fucking guitar/
Scholars chase dollars, I'm broke flaunting your hoe,
"The girly was def an she wanted to go"/
Degrees& p.h.d.s, but when will you learn?,
"Not all girls want to be involved with Bookworms"/

(chorus)
Why am I going insane?
Why am I the one to fucking blame?
Insane!
[solo 2(Greg Dawson)"GERG"]
Track Name: Screw​-​ta​-​knee (Scrutiny)
(V1)
(said)It's about time i get my rap on,
I never ran with no strap on,
beat ya like a man when the scraps on/
Brampton crab clamped on, amped to get my stamp on,
trampling on your clan until they're bloody like tampons/
Champs here,with the title & a mask on,
I got the fat drums , sub hums, and bad puns/
punch lines off a notepad and smash sons,
"your lucky flask is done when the street trash come"/
You wanna run and grab a weapon like ya gung-ho,
I drop my drawers and say "welcome to the gun show"/
Euthanize yer yap bout' how my flow not dope,
Critics scrutinize rap through a microscope /
Driving your Beamer home,(home)hiding underneath below,
cut your leg off, and make a knife with your femur bone/
An embryo, fetal grown in the psycho zone,
shell shocked when I'm popping off the microphone/

(CHORUS)
Eyes on yer papers or catch the vapours,
Scrutinizers, jaws-a-gapers,
Steez abusers, thieves and rapers,
STEP AND YER LOSING A LEG/
Mind yer business or witness the fitness,
Bees-waxing minders get smoked out behind us,
Dazed and blinded, at least they're reminded
STEP AND YER NEXT FOOT'S A PEG/

(V2)
I'm a take this here opportunity,
to say a thing or three about mutiny/
Rap scallywags with their scrutiny,
Get thumb-slapped like Vic Wooten's G/
Cuz funky is as funky do,
And I whip that shit like monkey poo/
Local drunks punks and junkies too,
Know Spitz's hits are the shit "you gunky!"/
Cuz know nots like to squawk,
about"walking the walk" or fucking "talking the talk"/
Words are bean curds, nerds step like turtles,
kicking meat and dairy daily 'til it curdles/
(Carnivorous) Carnivorous, MC, you sank,
The moment I threw yer ass off of my plank/
"5-0 checkin' info but it comes up blank",
ya Microscopin' nopers rope-a-doped by the DANK/

(CHORUS)
Eyes on yer papers or catch the vapours,
Scrutinizers, jaws-a-gapers,
Steez abusers, thieves and rapers,
STEP AND YER LOSING A LEG/
Mind yer business or witness the fitness,
Bees-waxing minders get smoked out behind us,
Dazed and blinded, at least they're reminded
STEP AND YER NEXT FOOT'S A PEG/

(V3)
So best to test some other chump
Or like or lump yer new walking stump/
dumped in the gutter like street trash,
like a drunk face down in the mud at a beach bash/
I'm lopping limbs like I'm Bunyon
Slay like a Slayer, layered deep like an onion/
We come gunning like Vincent & Julius,
Hot dog-ing like George Drakoulious/
Clueless blue-ballers, y'all are foolin'
This ain't no costume shit, we be ghoulin'/
Schooling punks like the D from Ill-a-dell,
now you searching Wikipedia thinking "who in the hell?"/
Illin' and wildin', words that be artifacts
Silly childish rap tards get heart attacks
Blast beat hyper, better buy a diaper,
To melt inside your shit drinking Tenafly viper/

(CHORUS)
Eyes on yer papers or catch the vapours,
Scrutinizers, jaws-a-gapers,
Steez abusers, thieves and rapers,
STEP AND YER LOSING A LEG/
Mind yer business or witness the fitness,
Bees-waxing minders get smoked out behind us,
Dazed and blinded, at least they're reminded
STEP AND YER NEXT FOOT'S A PEG/
Eyes on yer papers or catch the vapours,
Scrutinizers, jaws-a-gapers,
Steez abusers, thieves and rapers,
STEP AND YER LOSING A LEG/
Track Name: The Cop Out
(V1)
(Kabal)"Fred"
Cop this, you was just a soft bitch,
Every day on your way to school you caught shit/
From the others who pushed you while they found their reps, brothers bragging like "I mushed him right down the steps"/
The pressure sets in, and you take the cop out, didn't finish grade 9, now you're a high school drop out/
You're folks got clout, and dough, so they enroll you, now you the roughest toughest dude in you're home school/
Making the grades, meet your own referenda, But don't nobody know about your secret agenda/
Got a raw plan gonna be a law man, to exact revenge, on all your so called friends/
Now you're hitting the books and you be hitting those weights, Pricking juice in your caboose and let loose the roid rage/
Gotta badge now you badgering minorities for nothing,
"So go suck a dick and write a ticket or something"/
(Mach Spitz)"Burt"
Popos are mofos, total fucking locos,
Jim-bobs and schlomos, beat downs for hobos/
Red-nosing bobos, crime-scening no-shows,
Cheap shotting know-nots, robots with low-blows/
Go with the flow, yes sirs and no sirs,
Show some respect to these rednecks and hosers/
Or bet you’ll be hosed down n' bunking hind bars,
Blows to yer melon, felon, boys, get the cars/
Brown shirts in blue shirts, fuck it, the truth hurts,
Tooth loosing losers, trust us, they’re justice abusers/
Fucked up, ambushed, fugazi,
Nauseating haters straight made for the Stasi/
"Whoop whoop that’s the sound of the beast",
Protecting and serving, neck wrecking, swerving/
Lights on the flights on to scenes of importance,
Trouble shooting, double double Tim Horton’s/

[break]

(V2)
(Kabal)"Fred"
(Now you're) Walking the beat, cold stalking the street, cock blocking all the brothers block rocking in jeeps/
Routine traffic stops get tragic, flashback, Maniac cop gets rabid/
Bad habits, you pack those cells,
& attack so well, like you was Matt Cordell/
As you swell with hatred, & hunt the cowards, & demonstrate ya vulgar display of power/
Now ya build a career by obstructing the peace, You're own kids run around singing "fuck the police"/
Keep busting those "freaks" and appear effective, Unjust techniques that will earn detective/
Perps turning over cus you promised protection, they get popped while your shopping with your throbbing erection/
On the curb like a perv as you inspect the girls (saying:)
"it's protect & serve, not select & swerve"/
(Mach Spitz)"Burt"
Boys clubbing dumb-dumbs with tazers and stun guns,
And pistols, you missed out on yer water and breadcrumbs/
Read you your rights, they can barely read them,
Never fucking ‘round when you need them/ (you)
See them in the bar making calls to their cronies for the ride sites,
Crooks with phone books, uppercuts and bone hooks/
Fuck a cop in the face with a crowbar,
Law-making cavemen, no clue like Lothar/
Low bar, the standards set get the minimal,
Couldn’t catch a cold let alone a fucking criminal/
Weed-dealing teens better watch their stash,
Busted by a buster who steals half the hash/
Officer please you got me down on my knees,
9 shots to the kid with a knife and a disease/
Power hungry flunkies, they junkies for clipping,
They primates, limp dick chimps ego tripping/
Track Name: Code of the Street Trash
[V1. (Kabal) "Fred"]
Take this for example: bum cats wanna sleep,
Cause in the life they're living, they're trash on the street/
It starts with the young, getting kicked outta they homes,
Got nowhere to go, now they rolling alone/
Where you gonna run to? The decisions hard,
So u crash in a car, at the collision yard/
Watch out for Bronson, and his creep swine crew,
We can snag us some viper, and some cheap wine too/
Even Sauvignon Blanc, goddamn, we're getting ours so,
Drinking all night, at sunlight, we're seeing stars/
Nip shit from the thrift store, kidnapped a bitch whore,
hit the spliff more, while I'm licking till her clit sore/
Living poverty, never having, always needing,
Fucking Wizzy tries to jack me, then I'll leave him bleeding/
Squeegeeing windows, of your limos, for cheap cash,
My brothers know I kick the code of the street trash/

[V2. (Mach Spitz) "Burt"]
Street trash chumpies delivering the lumpies,
Bums catching bumpies suckers get the mumpies/
Rapped up like mummies dummies get the dry mouth,
Stepping to the curb, herb, prepare to fly south/
Six feet, mix splitting skulls, sick beats,
Flick teats quicker than a spliff licked on slick sheets/
Wreck beds, causing trauma to the neck-heads,
Peckerhead checkerboard checkers get the left Ked/
Right Ked dedicated for the posers,
Predicated for the superdozin brown nosers/
That's the way we do with the foot rush,
Heavier than noothgrush bussin out the booth brush/
Clean off the mics and prepare the fuckin studio,
Fill you like Collins yer su su sudio/
Pseudo tough out like sudafed,
Ace high like maiden, we spade fools like Motörhead/
Track Name: Half Verbal Gymnastics
[V1. (Kabal) "Fred"]
Half verbal, smoke you like you're herbal,
Crushing with the truth, and the truths always hurtful/
And drastic, my styles always been spastic,
Flipping on the mic like it's fucking gymnastics/
Lyrical weaponry, cook another recipe,
Envious enemies could never get the best of me/
I'm too quick, when it's time to rip & spit,
Bury you in punch lines that even split your lip/
I don't trip these days, but I still hit haze,
Freeze you like a deer in headlights with one quick gaze/
Tires on car squeal, your carcass in cart wheels,
Box like Ox Baker just to see how your heart feels/
Balance on a beam, feel the malice of my team,
We dirty and low down and callous and mean/
No matching track suits, we track attack troops,
Stepping to Street Trash, you're rolling a crapshoot/

(chorus)
[Mach Spitz]
Mama always told you there be days like this,
But then your Mama never gave you more than speeches/
Street Trash giving you the heebies the herbies,
The knee knocking nounies the vag-cadgin' verbies/
[Kabal]
And if you wanna throw down you'd better get to half stepping,
When we roll in your town you better grab the best weapon/
Fred & Burt on the set, & you can place all your bets,
That you ain't seen nothing yet/

V2. (Mach Spitz) "Burt"]
bass cabinet rumbling, face grabbing it, stumbling,
Verbal gymnastics from the herb spastic mumbling/
Fantastic grumbling from the gallery of peanuts,
Foundations crumble like Mallory on Alex P nuts/
I rock the Three Guts in Walkmans,
I shock the wee sluts, the cock fans/
Clock the rebuts the yes guys the me toos,
Fuck the say whats the best buys what we do/
Check your weak game at the gate kid,
Cuz I'll wreck your fuckin beakbrain for jokes/
Addicted to smokes and giving dope folks the vapours,
Roll up chap you get rapped up like papers/
Half steppers get the full foot,
& Laugh schleppers get the Schweppes out/
I heard you from the driveway playing the tape,
Of the two clowns your mothers always kept out/

(chorus)
[Mach Spitz]
Mama always told you there be days like this,
But then your Mama never gave you more than speeches/
Street Trash giving you the heebies the herbies,
The knee knocking nounies the vag-cadgin' verbies/
[Kabal]
And if you wanna throw down you'd better get to half stepping,
When we roll in your town you better grab the best weapon/
Fred & Burt on the set, & you can place all your bets,
That you ain't seen nothing yet/

(Mach Spitz)
Ungrateful you get dead quick like Garcia,
Platefuls of meatballs you cheap like parsley-a/
I see ya in the club and ya you bobbin you bet,
You see me seeing you seeing me you jet like Boba Fett/
That's how you treat me? Well that's how I'll be fuck,
Think you can beat me, stick around & we'll see fuck/
I'm sick of the disses, and the sideways looks,
From kids playing pages while I play books/
(Kabal)
Note pads for days, so my vocab blaze,
Burning pages into ashes then I go grab praise/
Smokin on the Tailor mades, cus I got the greater grades,
While you limping on the sidelines sipping Haterade/
Techniques are soundly, never catching my bounty,
Cus I rock from New York all the way to Orange County/
Trash for the streets with the ruff neck beats,
You couldn't copy the styles because your tape decks cheap/

(chorus)
[Mach Spitz]
Mama always told you there be days like this,
But then your Mama never gave you more than speeches/
Street Trash giving you the heebies the herbies,
The knee knocking nounies the vag-cadgin' verbies/
[Kabal]
And if you wanna throw down you'd better get to half stepping,
When we roll in your town you better grab the best weapon/
Fred & Burt on the set, & you can place all your bets,
That you ain't seen nothing yet/
Track Name: Freaky Tales (Too $hort cover)
(CHORUS x2)
These are the tales, the freaky tales,
these are the tales that I tell so well/

(V1)
(Mach)
I knew a little lady that we called the knob, everyone in the hood took a turn, what a slob/ Said it might get tight in the muffin Said Knobby don't fret, they don't call me Spitz for nuthing/
(Kabal)
I met this bitch, named Suzanne, she loved the way I rapped with the mic in hand/ Now Suzy was a noobie to the booty jam, popped n' dropped that pussy in the garbage can/
(Mach)
Rolled up on a yeasty beast shooting Yager, Pegged her as a sure shot, straight triple bagger/ 2 domes of the cock, paper sack on my slice Eyes squeezed tight, hey she turned out nice
(Kabal)
Another fat ass ho, her name was Tara, fucked her to tears, face smeared with mascara/ Since I'm like Manson, I called her Sexy Sadie, plus it was her middle name and the bitch was twice as crazy/
(Mach)
Ran with a skeez that was named Louise, Loved to get her earlobes filled with knees/ Three hours later still begging for the wee Mach Threw up the legs and fucking banged her with a Reebok/
(Kabal)
Some slut named Jenny at the bar drinking Remy, begged me to rape her so I gave it to her plenty/ Now Jenny was a dime, and real top heavy, caught her fucking my homie now she ain't worth a penny/
(Mach)
How about the dame by name Lorraine, Boozy fucking bruiser liked to bring the pain/ Truth told, twist getting toothy on the scrotum Like she starving, Marvin, carving poles like a totem
(Kabal)
The next floozy, her name was Trudie
Hoovered on my tool while I was hooting on a hoolie/ Hell-a-dope booty, huge boobs, tight cooch, then I "kicked ya to the curb cus yer ass was pooched"/

(CHORUS x2)

(V2)
(Mach)
Hooked up with a girlie with a plastic arm, She'd seen more cocks than a rooster farm/ Skanking no class, always down for the funking Plank on my ass before I end up spelunking/
(Kabal)
Street trash in the club with my right hand man, introduced me to a girlie he call luanne/ lu-lu drove me home that very same night, Had the ho sucking cock stopped at every red light/
(Mach)
12 beers, 6 shots, 4 fucking hoolies Goggles on horn swoggling fucking ghoulies/ Julie, she truly brought the ruckus like a champ, Last call found us balling on the wheelchair ramp/
(Kabal)
Just like this prissy, her name was Missy, Nice ripe titties and the bitch was real ditzy/ Loved sucking dick till' the tip was all jizzy, drop kicked her in the lips cus the slit tried to kiss me/
(Mach)
Roly poly Polly says she wants a part of me, Stephen Hawking talking with her tracheotomy/ "Beep beep red alert" freaky on the senso,r Dick up in that throat like a Pez dispenser/
(Kabal)
Yet another girlie, her name was Stacey, little did i know she was squirrelly & crazy/ Claims she had my baby, stunt tried to play me, but I wore double rubbers dumb cunt you can't fade me/
(Mach)
Crazy older lady, say she down for the Mach, Bathroom breaker taking sink shots of cock/ I like to keep track of my adventures, So I fucked til she passed out and snatched her dentures/
(Kabal)
Girl of my dreams, this queen Rochelle, Little did I know I'd have to go through hell/ She blew all my money, and blew my mind, Now I only screw honeys that are deaf, dumb & blind/

(CHORUS x8)