Junkyard

[Intro: Rob Sonic] Check it out y'all Pull the pin Count to five Top to bottom tonight Borough watch, Jux war(?) Savage, overkill Definitive, red carpet Cupcakes, iced right now On time [Verse 1] Same hand that snuggled the barbed wire Tug an orphan assortment of bell and three-alarm fire Beautiful loser maneuver the goofy cubicle future alert Big brother super-community burn OK shoppers, tickets won't last For the straight-to-video "Dog-Boy eats glass" Who BMX match rotate on guerilla Babylon Darwin on a peg taking his innervate to tag along Ape escape gravitron, surly with two caps One over the mask while plugging the flak back(?) And it was, home depot for the five finger lazy lift Ironically the same five measure the spray radius Spray gradient, baiting for city tetris Double-breasted hecklers bark at picket fences Now mobile rogues develop a special network Which further upsets the rich 'til rubberneckers double-check us (Zero) Tonight the scum dance and I got all my money on the one with the lung cramps Little rat in the maze, they score him on his escape Sorta likes the attention so he says check-in and stays Answer: how do we record a documentarian suffering While ushering the public's hands in Or transfer greedy bruiser to user-friendly stanzas? I guess it's like a junkwad full of dondy's candice Product, Noun: a tampered-with, contaminated shrink-wrapped variant of the process, wow As written by the messenger pigeons of Hell's Kitchen Thank you for the dollar, hope you dig it [Hook] Clap once for the junkyard punks Good, clap twice for the junkyard knights Good, pay attention 'cause part three of the lesson Can fiddle with your direction, clap at every sentence Heroes are never forgotten, legends never die This is what I sound like alive [Verse 2] Two milligrams later, hits the stage With Big Wiz on the fader, gravy aviators Tipped low on the nose, 'til we ogle over the frame With a pine-box channel pioneer eye aim Miyazaki makeover the BK sky So when the jungle hits the city, every insect is alive Poison for the town square up out a stinger needle If I sound scared, it's 'cause I pay rent with the little people Dumb it down for none but none dumber The dumb-out posse is off broadway for the summer, bummer And stiller's in her loch ness, clocked fresh and official The missiles rock bells, no bells or whistles Shell-shocked with a flock of hell's wolves and minstrels Shell-toed ghosts on nostalgia signals Grassroots ghouls always kept it simple Pour the water in the dirt then observe the impulse Dixie cup telephoner, enemy port door(?) And port wars Zooka wouldn't abort for The swarms formula, please hit snooze Keep a civil tongue in your teeth You will need it to lick wounds And he wrote his own laws with the claws of cougars So the fire in the sky sorta steers the stupor to loop drums Dummy, never off-base With a resume of b-boyisms and paused tapes [Hook] Clap once for the junkyard punks Good, clap twice for the junkyard knights Good, pay attention 'cause part three of the lesson Can fiddle with your direction, clap at every sentence Heroes are never forgotten, legends never die This is what I sound like alive