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