produced by:
Mach Spitz
co-produced by: Kabal
contains a sample
from the t.v. show:
‘Sesame Street”
lyrics
Keep Fuckin’round
& you’ll find out…
(V1.Burt)
Hey Guy, I’m not that guy
I don’t fold so please don’t try
Gold and platinum multiplied
Some suckas stepped and suckas died
Trash back and never sorted
Forget what the news reported
Arts and bidniss all get sported
Grimy fitness we record it
Yo, yer perfect for a snack
In my face and super wack
You hit first well I hit back
And you will not survive my smack
I’m walking the talk and I’m glockin the flock
The Burt and the Fred, the Kabal and the Mach
The awe and the shucks the awe and the shock
The fins and the sawbucks I keep in my sock
You propagate the hatin always waitin for a letdown
I’m setting down the sound
allowing tetes and vets to get down
Luck you always pushin it, face I’m always mushin it
Broke down couch slouch I ain’t about to cushion it
Back of the line I’m the Mandolinorian
Back to 89’ in my finest Delorean
I shoot and I score again, you make with the air ball
I’m the A-Hole gone AWOL put you through A WALL
Keep Fuckin’round
& you’ll find out…
(V2.Fred)
Pushing you through sheets of dry wall
1-6 syllables then eat your eye ball
Still prescribing inciting when I’m arriving
Booting fool biters who are rather conniving
Call it bad timing, a mad man climbing
Back into insanity’s saddle & battle rhyming
Tattle tale nation, rat out your neighbor
Instant gratification, combatting pure labour
A wise man once said “fuck around n’ find out”
Stride in my homestead, buck ya clown mind out
Or I can punt you straight through the window
Or Louisville bunts break through your shins though
Ultimate sin, with the devious grin
Ain’t even worth the time for words
so fuck your tedious skin
Because I told you before, so I’ll tell you again son
I don’t start trouble but I’m known to end some
Known to burst your bubble boy and then some
referendum, voting to bend one
Backwards in half like I’m Jason Voorhees
Cracking up laughs spiking face with door keys
Fork in these fools, like my name was Abby
Carving with tools getting jabbie-stabbie
Bleeding on the night sleep hugging the ground
You really wanna find out? Well, keep fucking around!
(OH YES!)
(V3.Burt&Fred)
Fuck around, find out, Trash joints get signed out
We blow your mind like a landmine, time out
Why? Why not? Filthy like Lynott
Jailbreak fucker, Boys back and I got
Fred yoooo, and Burt yoooo
I’m Bane yo, I’m his co-Bain like Kurt yo
Wanna bother? With the fathers?
We the scum getting hums from yer daughters
Ruthless & roofless, Truthful and toothless
You act the goof and we bake you like soufflés
Soufflés, vocal booth blaze
Six feet deep where your suit lays!
You push luck, so we push back
You attempt, so we attack
You drop rhymes, so we drop bombs
You catch flack, while we cop moms
(OH YES!)
Keep Fuckin’round
& you’ll find out…
credits
from Street Trash in 3-D,
released July 17, 2023
“Burt”(Mach Spitz)Cory McCallum
“Fred”(Kabal)Kevin Theodoropolus
"DJ Discount"(Marty McFly)Marty Saunders
Philly rapper Wino Willy is back with a concept album that showcases his sharp rhyme styles & appearances from Maze Overlay & Fatboi Sharif. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 29, 2023
