produced by:
Mach Spitz
co-produced by: Kabal
Contains samples from
the film "Street Trash"
& the television show
“Sesame Street”
lyrics
(V1.Burt)
Punk, the vet gets to foaming
Slicin’ up grown men though twice as unknown then
Dice ears off a Roman who’s lax with the lending
Flow with the facts every moment I’m bending
Showman attacks and there’s no man defending
Snowman my tracks and I glow never ending
Po’ man on wax but the snacks I be vending
Satisfy souls, fuck bright lights and trending
My verbs are herbal, my nouns nutritious
My lines are sermons, takedowns are vicious
Beats be delicious, flow finger lickin’
Fowl fucks plucked, duckin’ nunchucks and kickin’
Too wrong for radio, too right to quit
I do right the shit that yer crew likes to hit
‘Hind your back, kid, potions the lotion in the basket
So under, son, I look up at yer casket
(Ooh, that’s way way way under)
Pockets linty, rockin the Dinty
More hints than a red tinted fish committee
Commit Me, suckas tryna hit me
Like I’m a log and all these troglodytes are tryna flint me
They miss me, friend hug to kiss me
Daggers at the ready but the backpack defends me
Scrambling for dough all I gots what you lend me
Offends me I’m sick as shit you canna mend me
It’s tempting attempting to bend me to fence me
Po’ but dense G heavy like Dempsey
Jack dick not Patrick I gat quick
Sad sack hicks in the guts watch em’ backflip
Rap slick, still the coffers looking wack kid
Offers coming in but yo the bottom line is lacking
Packin’ lip smackin tracks from the heart yo
Back wrecked & jobbin’ everyday to pay for art yo
(V2.Fred)
Knock your ass down, drop your glass jaw
Rock a Dad bod, call me Mad Dog
Swigging on Mad Dog picking padlocks
Digging in trash bags nipping ham hocks
2 bums 1 bottle in a sandbox
Another bash at the beach with the trash of the streets
We Po’ of the poorest, No stroll in the forest
In the concert jungle, stone cold & malnourished
I shoot the gift, I loot your spliff
I scoop some thrift, I use my grift
Snatch tabs & run, conman to ex-con
Flashbacks like Bronson back in Viet Nam
Calm on the outside, burning inside
Need a ride to south side I fucking jump the turnstile
No bed, wrecked car or sleep in the gutter
All I need a loaf of bread and a jar of peanut butter
Walked down to Ed’s & swiped a bottle of Viper
& swapped it for your Sneaky Pete
A whole lotta bums pass the bottle in a cypher
& now they all got leaky feet
Drippy droppin’ bubbling fizzing
Shit & slop & guts be pissing
Hobo globs & Dayglo crimson
Phone the cops but the they won’t listen
Day old donuts by the dozen
Way mo’ important than your cousin
Blank with hatred they’re fuckin’ Dilberts
I’m frankly still Fred, he’s bluntly still Burt
Po’ Boyz, we be the Po’ Boyz
S.T. Is the Po’ Boyz, we be the Po’ Boyz’
credits
from Street Trash in 3-D,
released July 17, 2023
“Burt”(Mach Spitz)Cory McCallum
“Fred”(Kabal)Kevin Theodoropolus
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