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1.	Intro (A.K.A.) 04:54	lyrics	buy track
Intro (A.K.A.) Burt: Unh son this is Burt from the Street Trash, son. Trouser Town 2k16, the original bong hitting 6 time flowlympian Mach Spitz AKA The Master of the Chorus the Pzaman the Clit Commander the White Mr T Dirk Bigly AKA Flash Cordon AKA the Decrepit Man AKA the inimitable unlimitable SNAKE ARMS fresh out the pit. I'm talking straight out the tenafly warehouse Rest in peace to my man Slack DeVille the Carolina Vagina Smasher OMB ORIGINAL Miami Boy AKA The Verb burglar Turd Ferguson AKA MO'hammered Alley AKA The velveeta Fog Scotch Walker aka Montag the Magnificent what's poppin. You better reckonize...this is The Don de la Wheeeze aka 5K serving up brass knuckles and turnbuckles AKA The Mach-o Man Randy Sandwich the Bob Backlund of the pen protector set AKA the Old Dog Sypher Squad alumnus and starting power forward AKA the most slept on Mic Bossy AKA the Raptriloquist sock doctor Mic Capone the Victor Luis Borges of the new millennium. Names just got dropped. Pick yer poison. Check yer denim and neck for venom you Pant rollin shit talking half steppers. Now Fred...give these mouth breathing backslapping high five jiving fancy moustache cultivating motherfuckers the 411!!! Fred: oh you know it homie. Street Trash Fred up in your head for the 2k17... I be the weird scary white kid from back in the day that lived around the way AKA the one your mother warned you about AKA Kevin Snuffleupagus AKA Kevin Popadopolous AKA young Renfield the bug eater and girl stealer AKA That crazy dude who's impervious to pain AKA The hot rod killer Kevin Piper AKA The OG B Boy Kev Adrock AKA the hockey mask stalker Kevin the terrible AKA MC KEV T in the place to be from 83' until infinity AKA The 80s BBS SySop known as Leatherface AKA The kid who crashed pagers and party lines as Anthrax AKA the garbage pail kid with a social disorder AKA Theo AKA Kevin Splatterhead AKA Kevin Maggot Brain AKA Kevy Manson with the ruggedly handsome shit AKA The original GrassHopper dope beat dropper AKA The 3 n Pass master blaster & designated b.t.cooker AKA the black belt jones of the microphone breaking your wack felt bones AKA the Satin Luci Wigga who loves devil music AKA the Grift of all grifters & the Dirk of all Digglers AKA pimp daddy 3000 AKA Q.P. Shizzanks AKA quarter pound Theo AKA Quadruple Shanks up in your memory banks AKA Don Stefano AKA Michael Longbourne the porno rap freak of the sex rhyme sheets AKA Long Don Johnson eating MCs like Swanson's AKA Cigar face still turning suckers good looks into human ashtrays AKA Grandmaster Theo AKA Master T AKA Kevy Metal AKA KevyKev Rockwell AKA the rap spewing Rasputin AKA K Bizzy Ballz AKA the Chopper Read of rap AKA the Hank Moody of hip hop AKA Theokoles dropping philosophies like Socrates AKA the man known as Kabal who fades them all...and if you can't say it all just say Street Trash... Stupid pookies, fuckin' play too much...
2.	Electric Boogiemen 04:38	lyrics	buy track
Electric Boogiemen (V1. Burt) Burt’s back, baby, better buy yer bitch a bodybag Naturally i’m knocking nikes with every naughty nag Trash pickin shit kicking hullabalooser Cash nickin pit hick the first steps a doozer A dozer, a doozie, y’all floozies got to snoozing Two years off, & now we back to rippin ears off Eye necklaces, Feets in trophy cases Making choice noises while y’all making Sophie faces No erasies, no touchbacks, no rules kid Junkyard is open again, watch yer jewels kid Cuz we be snatchin again, jacket-patchin again We be the nice lice the itch you fucking scratching again There ain’t no matchin the pin, hear the ding dong Yer down fer 5 punk, clowned you like we King Kong Bundy, we Gacy, we Manson, Rodriguez We murdered yer mom’s bush, see what she says (CHORUS) Fuck off with prequels, Trash dropping sequels Mashed, in cahoots we re-boot goofs and “equals” Air-quotes abound as we drip the sarcastic Spastic, yer clowned as we flip the fantastic Eclectic, we wreck yer decks with our Boogaloo Electric dreck from the depths of the double-you Double-you dot com we rock on the sweet meats Wild style the freaks, pile up geeks on these Beat Streets (V2.Fred) Fred's back baby, rhyming with precision hard, Life's wack & crazy, down at the collision yard/ Where all the street trash still be congregating, Sleeping in a crashed car is still accommodating/ & like Burt said, a couple years have driven by, Forget being dope kid, I'm flyer than Tenafly/ Going full throttle, flipping off the handle, My trophies are empty viper bottles sitting on the mantle/ Running from the po-po and running your jewels, Then I run them to the pawn shop, because everybody knows that cash rules/ Snatch fools wallets pick pocketing, An urban pirate with no water swashbuckling/ Downing more colt 45s than stone cold Steve Austin, Fold you in half with a crab from Boston/ Strangler, Green River Killer, Suffocating boom bap when Burt and me deliver/ (Chorus) (V3.Burt) Dump chumps (we know it) weed fiends (we grow it) Punk punks (we own it) reap when we sow shit Bump bump (we blow it) Systems we CRUSH Step to the streets and yer face getting MUSH Guess I oughta mention, best you pay attention Rest of y’all are wrench-fucking suckers causing tension Stay for detention, write out your lines kid Don’t be jackin mine this shit blows minds kid Fred’s fucking frantic, calculated, candid Busters never paid for the shade they demanded Don’t poke the bears here, this dump is a graveyard Pass the machete, Fred, chumps catch a shave hard Box office boasters be warned and we wary B-level devils be levelling if necessary We fucking predicate predicaments, we predatory Sleepers dreaming if they think they’ve seen a better Cory (Chorus) (V4.Fred) Dope steez (we run mics) Olde geez (we son tykes) Sweet mash (we chug like) Street Trash (we bum fight) Smash crash (you're done right) crushing with the punishing, The Flatbush foot brigade pummeling & bludgeoning/ Soup kitchen henchmen, duping with dissension, & cross face chicken wings with hyper extensions/ Viper in the bong water, hard throw, douse clowns, I huff & I puff & blow your cardboard house down/ Bust a windmill, then bust you till your wigs peeled, skid row killing fields, put you through your windshield/ Just like Bronson with the one hand gorilla slam, My main man Burt stealing chicken by the kilogram/ Hock your rocks & gold nuggets & rubies, With more bang for your buck than a low budget B movie/ Boozing all day, home made Sneaky Pete, Electric Boogiemen boogalooing on the freaky beat/ (Chorus)
3.	Mr. Nice Guy 04:33	lyrics	buy track
Mr. Nice Guy (V1. Burt) Used to be the good kid used to be the pet Used to being spiffed up Sunday best Used to being topside combed hair cropped Grew up, shit blew up, the bubble popped Got used to seeing greed, got used to being used Got used to being cut, turned away and refused Got used to being picked on mocked and abused Used to waking up while the real world snoozed Got used to being pissed off, used to being pissed Used to even being at the bottom of the list Got used to the noise got used to the abyss Got used to the razor poised o'er the wrist Got used to the hate, used to the rage Got hooked on the mic and the pen and the page Now I use em to get used to the future Useless motherfuckers in my path catch a suture (Chorus) No more Mr.Nice guy, no more Mr.Clean, No more Mr.Nice guy, they say he's sick he's obscene/ (V2. Fred) Used to be innocent used to be a sweet child, Long before the days of gin and juice out in the streets wild/ Used to being disciplined, parental parameters, Used to thinking out the box because my mental is rectangular/ Used to being the weird kid in fact I embraced it, Got used to seeing the other kids entrapped in the fake-ness/ Used to the "No"s got used to the "Told ya so"s, The attempted mind control, cruising by you hold your nose/ Up in the air, but I don't even care, Cus' I got used to looking through you like you weren't even there/ Got used to being the party trick for everyone's amusement, Turning down the cliques looking for hired gun recruitment/ Used to being solo yet I was used to being a leader, Used to paying PG then sneak in triple X theatre/ Got used to playing goalie, not a goal on me, Not a soul on God's green "got a hold on me"/ (Chorus) (V3. Burt) Got blades for the rich, got hate for the pious Got a lesson for the messers, got troof for the liars Got a ruler for rulers now stick out yer palms For all the old schoolers I got bombs Got poison for pharma truckloads of karma Ring the alarm bum I come with dharma Words for the wordless room for the herdless Scenes for the sceneless means for the beanless Pain for the brainless names for the nameless Targets and scopes for the used to be aimless Fame for the feeders lurkin at the bottom All the weak kids in the world? Yeah I got em Got riffs for days got spliffs and haze Got ways of making you walk, talk and phrase Got friends got followers and fans Got nothin but time now to act out my plans (Chorus) (V4. Fred) Now I got ruckus on the faders, brass knucks for the haters, Got deuces in the air see ya later alligators/ Got plans and blueprints, hands in new shit, Plant my two feet and stand in true grit/ Rhymes and sweet treats, soiled street beats, Tales from the crapper time on toilet seat tweets/ Got arsenal to lace em' all flat, Never merciful with baseball bats/ I don't got gats but then again I'm not a bitch, I got two hands banging with a lot of pitch/ Got bars for days, got raps for weeks, Got cars to slay, in the back of seats/ You get no ends but you breathe my vapors, (&) "I got no friends cus' they read the papers"/ (Chorus) No more Mr.Nice guy, no more Mr.Clean, No more Mr.Nice guy, they say he's sick he's obscene/ No more Mr.Nice guy, no more Mr.Clean, No more Mr.Nice guy, they say, you're sick you're obscene/
4.	The Curses 02:37	lyrics	buy track
The Curses (V1. Burt) Ever since I was a kid I had the blue mouth Knew how to point the fucking needle to the due south Folks shuddered while the words got uttered I wasn't bothered cuz I knew where my bread was buttered Other knuckledraggers never flip scripts They shithead asshole motherfucker dipshits But it wasn't very long before I hipped quick That if you slip nun rulers hit yer fists quick So I took to dropping bombs on the recess Lopping feet offa fuckers trying to be best Putting suckers in they place behind the portable degenerate's expensive but a fuckface is affordable Words are fucking weapons to a wee one Catch a sucker steppin and you bettin it can be fun Wrecking reps with jabverbs and kneenouns Ding motherfucker, catch you later on the rebound (Chorus) Bad words linger, sticks can be broken Mad nerds fingered, things deep get woken Sometimes serious, dumblines we jokin Numbnuts are furious, the curses got you curious (V2. Fred) I was born with the curse of the curses check the fucking script, I spit the worst shit unpurposed back in 7 6'/ 3 years old never heard the word muthafucka, But I woke my folks up yelling it like a redneck trucker/ Scream profanities in my sleep on some next level, So they just agreed their seed is possessed by the devil/ Reveled in the madness, rebel with the badness, Other kids gawking as my tongue lash smack, bitch/ Once I started school I was known as Joe Cool, Cus I would low blow fools with the curses so cruel/ Play the twelves on recess, like slaves with firm chores, A playground legend in the game of Burn Wars/ My words send you home as the tears drip and flow & yet I'm still chasing breaking bones with sticks and stones/ Then this kid hit his 40s and he's still a cussing sucker, Shit, piss, tits, cunt, fuck, cocksucker, mother fucker/ (Chorus)
5.	Winocology (SKIT) 01:11	info	buy track
6.	Rags To Rags 03:44	lyrics	buy track
Rags To Rags (V1. Burt) Fred he cooked a little sumpin for the classy crowd The first wave Degrassi crowd the fuckin Freddy Blassie crowd The pipe toting tooters with they ascots They're our fucking mascots? Nah we rock the fucking trashbots Cash, got nothin, news flash we skinty Step to the streets and we straight gettin flinty More like the Dinty fresh out the can kid Words never minced nah we keep it nice and candid Grimy couthy fountain of the youthy New timey rhymers catch our two knees in the toothy Never need a roofie with the pudding thick and proofy We get down to bottoms like a couple of sleuthies Sherlock Homey and Dr Watsup Leave you with a stain like you messed up the catsup Naps up suckers now it's time for the ball Street Trash from the pit son there's nowhere to crawl (Chorus) Street Trash from rags to rags to more rags more rags more rags, Street Trash from rags to rags to more rags more rags and more rags/ (V2. Fred) Burt'll rip, the gruesome twosome grime, litter, piss mountain Took a little trip to do some five finger disssssscounting/ Sniffing these hits up and sipping this ripple While ripping these skids up & nipping this shit up, security picked up, I'm tripping this bitch up, While sipping on syrup and slipping this ketchup/ Down the waistband in the small of my pack, Like I was packing a gat, but I'm just jacking for snacks/ Fill my slacks with goods, attacking juice boxes, food banking ganking fools Pick pocketing, purse snatching, bowing down and thanking you/ Dining like a king and sing a song while chomping chicken wings, Still tripping from these hits I slipped in Whoppers down at the Burger King/ I Burn bridges earning things, innards churn downing drinks, Dirty bitch turning tricks, fill gurneys clowning kids, Cardboard & housing shit, fire I'm dousing it, Louses get hit with the Viper I piss out it/ Whacking moles, hacking bowls, smacking hoes, attacking foes, Cracking blows, slapping goals, stacking dough & packing holes/ Brought the trash to the street with the smash of a beat, Facing me you taste defeat, conceit, or get bashed in the teeth/ (Chorus)
7.	Statewide 02:42	lyrics	buy track
Statewide (V1. Fred) I sleep under a heap of tires down at Statewide, Sipping Sneaky Pete so I can start my day right/ A head like a cinder block, a mandible like trap jaw, No reprobate has bested me in bum fighting, slap box/ Steal my brothers money so I can score some more hooch, Sneaking out the collision yard and dip in a phone booth/ Laying low unnoticed from the Flatbush Foot Brigade, On the corner with their squeegees looking to get paid/ I can't get made or they'll be trying to squeeze me, For my liquor and my money and that shit don't come easy/ Wizzy spotted me and hollered to Bronson so now I'm sprinting, Down the sidewalk & jumped in a garbage truck stinking/ Hitched a few blocks, stopped at Bellview & Spader, I hopped out the hopper "Yo homes, smell you later"/ Hit the wine store, sweating, wheezing & tuckered, Swiping viper bottles from Ed cus he's a sucker/ (V2. Burt) I hear punks a creepin the junk that I sleep in The garbage my weapon the carnage they step in The tin that I shiv with is sharp to begin with If it doesn't kill them the poison will fill them The little I hold tight through middle of cold night Each day I collect it I'll slay to protect it Yard I've erected from cardboard neglected 4 walls and a roof and a goof gets dissected Catch em even close to the vicinity Motherfuckers quick book a trip to the infinity Or the infirmary I'm the vermin see Get swissed by the old school Germany Got a Greek in the clique and we fuck hard Funktards get graveyards playing in the junkyard Maybe we don't got much But you step to the ST you straight get touched (Chorus) X2 I'll tell you a story I'll tell you a tale I'll sell you the glory we beyond the pale We be on the gory tip toe the brink Bluff tough or get blown in a blink
8.	The CV (Interlude) 03:33	lyrics	buy track
The CV (Interlude) Fred and Burt, kids, REPRESENTING the yards, all up in yer hard drive. One way or another, Blondie style. Peeps acting like they don't know the CV. PLEEEEASE. What you know about the steez of our CVs? PLEEEEASE... Rockin more hot hooks than a Burglar versed in pirate prosthetics Dropping more rhymes than the love child of Dr.Suess & Mother Goose Droppin more lines than a guy paintin football fields Blazing more blunts than Redman, SnoopDogg AND the WuTang Clan Unleashing more notes than a brinks delivery man with no hands More beetz than the vegetable aisle of your local grocery store on stock day Coming through like a ripped prophylactic More goalie masks than the hockey hall of fame Dropping more science than a chemist been eating popcorn Dropping more shit than an elephant who just ate a crate of ex-lax Wrapping more suckers than Chupa chups Coming through stronger than a hopped up sperm cell on bull shark testosterone Poking more holes than Tim Hortons More wraps than the entire collective of the peoples prepping for Christmas Slappin more babies than an angry ass obstetrician Laying more pipe than the TransCanada pipeline workers combined in their lifetime Killing more beefs than a butcher More iced out than a hockey rink inside of a deep freezer in the Antarctic Drilling more teefs than a dentist More flows than a country full of hoes whose periods are in synch Bringing more heat than a Coleman Writing more lines than a school full of bad kids during detention Dropping nouns and verbs like a Scrabble champ More freestyles than every event in the history of the olympics The Verbal version of no-doze, the linguistical equivalent of coffee thrice brewed More linguistics than the scientific study of language book collection Lopping off feet like a frostbite specialist Dropping more jaws than all the great white fisherman of the world preventing steppers like an escalator Spewing more foam than a 6 pack of Mentos in a Coke-a-Cola bottle Killing flows like a tampon, Turning heads like a fender bender Spinning more heads than an Exorcist movie marathon dropping jaws like a narcoleptic orthodontist More rhyme books than the children's section of your local library Laying tracks like John Henry Hitting more bowls than every skateboarder on the planet Moving more asses than a mule wrangler Fresher than a newborn who just brushed his teeth while chewing Wrigley's gum Wrecking more dance floors than e-popping hockey players Shaking more asses than an epileptic twerking convention Keeping it realer than a biographer's biographer Moving more weight than a freightliner full of triple beam scales Flipping more slices than a gymnastic pizza man More words and verbs than your Grand daddy's encyclopedia collection Wrecking more maps than a cartographer with Parkinson's?!?! And always repping harder than all the Fathers with viagra erections... Street Trash suckers. dontcha dare try and step to this, you jive talking perpetrating cheese eating knownots. Recognize.
9.	Rap Apnea 04:17	lyrics	buy track
Rap Apnea (Chorus) Chin off yer chest kid Zin to the best kid Been through the rest Check the list of the bested Bet you never guessed it Yesterday you nested That you'd get molested ...Rap Apnea.... (V1. Burt) Like a kid caught dozin full of excuses Street Trash we flows in and don't make truces Eyelids droopin we loop your neck in nooses High bid scoopin we doup a troop with deuces Snoozers snap to, chins shine with juices Losers crap in their pants, bowel loosens Coming-to in a pan prepped for gooses Beg for reprieve but then we refuses Rusers foiled as ST peruses Recipe boxes with locks off the news is Unwelcome to some but we chew what we chooses And you's is the main course, fucking losers Cool all-inclusives on fall 2-week cruises Your gall it infuses the flavour, reduce it We savour the taste of you not staying lucid Cuz soups at this table for two where my crew sit (Chorus) (V2. Fred) Sleepers in bed, slip my shit in your deck, Peep subliminal teachings while I creep in your head/ Attack with sleep paralysis, you're cursed right there, Unaware my deepest dreams equal your worst night mare/ This ain't elm street, but it be the street trash, Half steppers strutting, cutting leaving feet slashed/ Whatever man, the leather man, is in my hand for more fades, Better than a veteran you're settling on four blades/ Quad to the druple to the S - H - Shizzzanks, Knowing you in trouble when my best grade shivs clank/ Suckers get the cold sweats, come and place some more bets, Mutherfuckers pour red, fucking with the gore vets/ Live a life of dreams, when will your lies cease, Cus who you're trying to be, is how you dying with ease/ So I'ma keep with the reaping, try manning up, "So many people are sleeping while standing up"/ (Chorus) (V3. Burt) Laymen get laid off as Rap debts get paid off You stepped to a sheet that you shoulda fucking stayed off Gendarmes alarmed but they never called the raid off We Fonzi this Ponzi like dos Bernie Madoff You front, cunt, to be blunt yer nap plans are played out Roll this joint here and your up til the fade out Nose out of joint cuz my buck took yer date out Know we on point since we shook all the shade out The Do Not Disturb sign's a joke to the jaded We made all the bribes and your room just got maided Cuts and the jibes from the nuts that we hated Got revenged in time as we climb they got decimated Butts planted, chump stump creation Crumb bums get woke by the smoke inhalation Croaking they chokin like froggy on vacation in a Smog destination, wake up groggy nation.... (Chorus) (V4. Fred) Deaf to music, and your blind to the movies, Ears are plugged with potatoes, eyes encrusted with googies/ RKO's outta nowhere is how we body vipers, Sleeper hold then shave your hair like Rowdy Roddy Piper/ This ain't "They Live" we give instructional classes, You couldn't see the proof or truth if given special glasses/ So awaken to the real world norm today, Follow and consume and conform, OBEY/ That's the path that you keep stalking, Flocking to the cheap talking, While I keep gawking at the fleet of sheep sleep walking/ Catch more Zzzzzzz's than some napping teens, Still attached to the bloodsucking crabs and flees/ And the leeches and the teets from which you haven't been weened, A catastrophe Queen on the blasphemy scene/ Heed not this word of mine because you slept, "The donot disturb sign is in effect"/ (Chorus)
10.	Sunny Listin' 04:17	lyrics	buy track
Sunny Listin' (Chorus 1) Beat? (sick) Mic (check) Feet (lopped) chopped (neck) Busters (busted) pens in the fist an Fred and Burt with the dirt, Sunny Listin’ Baggie (packed) Papers (stacked) Zippo (zipped up) vapours (sacked) Suckers (plenty) 420 on the wrist an’ Six shots of Dristan, & drop the Sunny Listin’ (V1.Burt) Peeps gettin’ antsy hopin for a PROP Mopin cuz they can’t see the shit don’t STOP Name one name, yer a hip hop SNITCH List every friend, every neighbour, every BITCH There’s no end to namin’, the Devins, the Damons The Kevins, the Stevens and even the Raymonds Folks lining up for the glad-hand GROVEL Jokes, liner notes like a Tolstoy NOVEL Bodee, J Marr, and Stew Gunn get it L Wright and Matty K you fuckin bet it Gergles Hips Dougy Doug Olde RYAN Bradless, I guess, lest those suckers be CRYIN Matt Fucking Daley on the Daley L Gibb AC and Ian, Leigh just for bein Frances and Jenny and my main man Lenny And you, motherfucker, cuz I can’t name plenty.... (Chorus 2) Beat? (sick) Mic (check) Feet (lopped) chopped (neck) Busters (busted) pens in the fist an Fred and Burt with the dirt, Sunny Listin’ Baggie (packed) Papers (stacked) Zippo (zipped up) vapours (sacked) Suckers (plenty) 420 on the wrist an’ Popping 12 hits & drop the Sunny Listin’ (V2.Fred) So where do I start? All my boys got heart, If you stayed in my life, well then you played a big part/ If your name gets missed then don't take it as a diss, Drop it Sunny Listin', 'cos we don't make lists/ First hit the scene with my man Craig Beattie, & insane Duane Linford was always seedy/ The Frosts The Scades The Smiths & Red Bush, The fucking Hutton brothers, & my main wig John McCusih/ Sanjai, Joanne Reay, Joel Gregorio, Nothing else rhymes so I'll go with Salvitorio/ Jazzy Jeff, Davy D, Eggman, & Pat Yang, Steve & James Elull with the BBS slang/ Scott Vansegellen & Ryan Savoy, You're out your fucking mind thinking I forgot my boy, Or should I say my best man Jerry Preston, & Jay Poole & Mike C although their bones be resting/ (Chorus1) (V3.Burt) Paul’s been down since the get-go RIGHT Keith’s been down since the get-go RIGHT Big Lies down from the start of the story Phantom Ping OC the other Cory Lybot Stewart R John and MITCH Heather Jimmy Jocelyn and Friendly RICH Scott with the first beats, fast beats w Adam Beazley and GC, this shit is not easy Drywall Derek, Erik and Mike V Koko and Rhyno and every fucking wino Who came to a show and they show like a scene should Even got love for a geek like GREENWOOD! (Steph and) Justins, Pauly and Money Both D and G, Bruck, Kari and Dunny Kevlar and Virgil, Beef Chiefs and Rotten And I’m out, I timed out, much love to those forgotten.... (Chorus2) (V4. Fred) & up next we got Chunk, Pugs, Dove & Noel-E-Noel-E, Gooch, Jimmy James, Fantini & Spicoli/ Foxy Bano, Polonatio, Mike Myer & Steve Waller, Ricky Hummel & Ice Man, triple O.G. ballers/ One Gerg Noswad, Rob & Frank the Phenom, The Rumblefish Posse, Carlito & Tank D & Dom/ Everyone I met up in Orangeville & G-Town Barry Chronic Jr. 'cos he always puts his green down/ Knuckles & The Chutzpahs, Scully & Dwyer The Foss bros & Viciousphere because nobody gets higher/ J.C. Pennyweiner, Stacey my lady, I'd be a chump if I didn't mention my little seed Baby Gabey/ & my family, all the dudes in Curious Mold, & every friend I've ever made since I was seven minutes old/ I can't forget Jobber Coish & the Demon Barf Crew, I still haven't said your name? Well then I'll blame it on Pooh/ (Chorus1)
11.	Shitty Day (SKIT) 01:19	info	buy track
12.	Potent As Dust 03:15	lyrics	buy track
Potent As Dust (Chorus) X2 Potent as dust I have you all stumbling (X3) Smoke too much you space the fuck out like Flash Gordon (V1. Burt) Bass low face, no? Shit done got melted erased by the space flow Lace yo rhymes with the danger Brace yo self for the stranger Strange land I come from no time for crumb bums Dumb dumbs catch a hook in their numnums Watch you step my shits ripe with bear traps Dare snatch a bap I boom you with the dirt naps Mind yer shirt snaps I wreck chemises Straight stabbing Caesars I deal deck diseases Sick yer sneezes they thick shit yer wheezin We's the breezes dick, all four seasons You fall into winter we spring into summer Allergic to street trash, nerd? That's a bummer Roll up the lyrics and inhale the hype We blow up up yer brains and yer lungs and the pipe, we.... (Chorus) X2 (V2. Fred) Potent as dust we got you all stumbling, Smoking or bumps I bet you fall tumbling/ Choking you chumps we fought & brawled rumbling, SlowMo-ing punks you drop the ball fumbling/ Cus my zin makes time stand still With my hand in your grill, & my other on your will, get the grands, kill/ Iller to the seams, then a psycho team, Who be steady ripping Ps dusted off with phencyclidine/ Never Vicodin, when I'm ripening my sick mind, California sunshine, forgot about the strychnine/ Tightening my lockjaw, hit you like a red nose, Pit bull gnawing bones and leave you in the dead zone/ Like Christopher Walken, I'm the mister that's stalking, On your sister be clocking, pilfer rings and I'm hocking/ Joke with us your face gets chucked out on trash morning, Smoke too much you space the fuck out like Flash Gordon/ we... (Chorus) X4
13.	Emergency! 04:04	lyrics	buy track
Emergency! (V1. Fred) What the fuck is going on in the world today? Put on my slow gin cologne and burp Tanqueray/ Got caught in the rain, now I'm clean on the case, So I hop in a mud puddle & rub some dirt on my face/ Time to set shit straight, lace up my kicks & deface, Because the state of things today is just a fucking disgrace/ The back stabbing rat race is pacing at an alarming rate, No brothers in arms, you march to harm them with your charming hate/ Helping out a fellow is outta fashion within though, Comradery, integrity, is out the window/ The last crescendo, then that's the end bro, Total game over like a crashed Nintendo/ Crafty prepense, & Master pretense, Congress dispense expense & blast your defence/ Gas fueled Q', slather meat in gravy drips, Fuck your 2 K 1 6, I'd rather be in 86'/ A letter to the editor will never fix the creditor, We can't move forward on an earth full of apex predators/ Sedatives injecting kids, definitive, Chemical warfare & preying on the innocents/ Militants to screw you, fists that don't use lube, Youth quitting school to try and make loot on YouTube/ Illuminati scriptures, unbiblical rituals, Sacrifice & snack on babies, hit you with visuals/ Presidential candidates, a mandate for mass hate, A cheeto in a suit and dead dog wig will pass fate/ Ass rape your front door, wondering what you died for? A commie first lady Russian mail order bride whore/ This whole planet is one big reality show, You're doomed if you do, and you're damned if you don't/ You all live & die for currency, diverging with urgency, Currently and furthering a state of emergency/ (V2. Burt) Okay, peeps are gonna catch a hurtin’ Innocent folks six feet in the dirt’n Time came that we tugged on the curtain Oz was a charlatan now we certain cancel the magic , call off the Merlins S’ain’t about souls no more, it’s sterlins Riddle-wrapped mysteries in enigmas Stigmata ratta-tattered by the stigmas, WORD Dorito Man gonna make it hard, no shit-ah But you cant win the war on the Twitter Keyboard warrior never seen a riot Shit’s fucked up, maybe you should try it State of Emerg, burn down for rebirth Rank and file or take a nap under the earth These fuckers never figger on a hero Thumb twiddle fiddle, modern modem Nero Look to the fringers stave off the bingers Lop off the fingers French nails and ringers Let pain linger lest they forget Crown the new kingers down with regret Meet the new vets same as the ole vets Flinging zingers singing from the whole chest Some guessed it wise ones they predict Listen up, get down with the edict Eat the rich fuck the bank Teach a snitch not to shuck his rank Leap the ditch in a fucking tank Taxing priests and they shabby ranks (Shabba!) Code red lights flashin store window-smashing Poor trying to cash in more is out of fashion Greedy whores catch a lashin Raise a glass to the system crashin'
14.	We Steep 05:44	lyrics	buy track
We Steep (V1. Burt) Place an order for the yellow tape Scene of the crime time, Fellow by the nape Following the gape, Following the stares Mellow melon farmers left raped unawares Papes on the tables bags on the scales Tapes of the fabled tracks of the tales Males of the ST jails getting empty Bails getting paid with the stacks mom sent me Necks gettin sore from the nod in perpetuity Checks gettin more like an insult gratuity Fluid-y, flowing like the Ganges Fake fuck Gs getting stomped by the fan Gs Damage inc swinging undiluted Can of stink we bring it we've polluted Ears for years the tears of peeps caught sleeping Jarred ya we keep em for the teas we steeping (Chorus) Pekoes and herbals Deep flows and verbals Clothes lining Nermals Peep shows and gerbils Door crashing formals Floor mashing normals Sweet like the brandies Steep like the Andes (V2. Fred) Candy ass punk pussy bitches never match wits, Pass the mic I eat ya like a pack of sour patch kids/ Catch me online I'm never running and gunning, Standing firm in my ground and let the noobies be coming & coming/ Drop ya with the swiftness, romper stomping feet drag, Rock ya with the quickness but stop and drop the tea bag/ Hit ya like Tetley, and the venom be deadly, Lizard, scorpion, snake, toad, & centipede ready/ Steady dropping bums like Wizzy who be stumbling & pissy, Slipped a Mickey of Viper, and now you're bubbling and fizzy/ Drippy dropping down the stairs while I'm high on the better Thai, I said it once before kid I'm flyer than Tenafly/ Hell-a-fied madness, I kill it spitting rad gas, Ask any kids they'll say "legitness and bad ass"/ Wrap around your head how many raps are in my head, Instead of flexing you just settle for tea and crumpets in bed/ (Because we steep) (Chorus) (V3. Burt) Tweet goes the steam in the kettle Suckers try to mettle Suckers get messed by the metal Fuckers get fragged by the mental Knuckleheads catch a snaggle tooth in the dental Mento-mouth merrymakers mangled Dung tongue rung raiders straight get strangled White to the roots no angles Goofers looking for the roof get tangled Wrapped like a turban boss like a bourbon Toss like a salad street like I'm urban Keep getting verbs and nouns around the sermon Vermin squirm from the clowns we curbin 12 step suckers get left with a half doz Motherfuckin club filling to the rafters Team deep like a handful of Naftas Tea gettin steep like crafters (Chorus) (V4. Fred) And keeping with tradition is the mission of my statement, Street Trash stay bent, smash you in the pavement/ Power bombs & choke slams, doper than the dope man Potent like the coke and my spoken made your hope vanish/ Manage to vanquish any damage no anguish, Still you challenge my manly-ness get branded by language/ That I spit automatically, get hit with the facts to see, You sit another casualty of human catastrophe/ Instead you stay in bed & take your tea earl grey, You step or sway to this head, I'll take you to your grave/ Save your blowing for the whistle when you're boiling your kettle, Cus if I'm knowing your gristle that means I'm broiling on metal/ I got the grill fired up and now it's time to get roasted, For all the shit that you boasted, I rip your whip and I ghost it/ Like a coaster full of entity's at 80 degrees fam, We keep it steady flowing, Fred & Burt & we steep, man/ (Chorus) (V5. Fred & Burt) Back in the old days heads got boiled Heads dropped oil on the heads of the woild Plans got foiled pants got soiled Fields got tilled or the fools got broiled Fuckers got roasted suckers got toasted Bitches got burned for the witch shit they boasted Now you lost it if yer thinking that we let Suckers step to the mic during the set Regrets are free lest you forget Suckers soaked by the spitz getting more wet Cuz the new school fools need a lesson Talking shit how they smithin and they wesson But myth-ing is my thing tests got you guessin Desk wrecked gitch speckled from the messin Eyes poked on the yokels caught peepin Catch a cauldron hang mang we steeping...
15.	Outro (Dead End) 01:14	info	buy track

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Mach Spitz & Kabal are... "Street Trash"
STREET TRASH 2 - ELECTRIC BOOGALOO

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

Lyrics & Vocals by:
Mach Spitz (C.McCallum)
Kabal (K.Theodoropolus)

All music arranged & produced by: Kabal
except where noted otherwise in song info.