we had some fire and smoke and water, and that troubled us a lot
now we’re marking down our prices, and they’re really really hot

everything must go
you wanna get on some fly shit, get on some butterfly to the fire shit
everything must go
i wanna sell you the dream, i wanna watch you come apart at the seams
everything must go
you wanna get on some fly shit, get on some butterfly to the fire shit
everything must go
i wanna sell you a dream

heart of an alter boy molested in confession, who plotted for 20 years then slit the throat of a reverend
and half of this thought is young vandal the system, contraption of credo drift sick shit and spit at your heaven
i’m grabbin’ my dick again, foot on the wall, pose down
i’m drinkin’ that piss again, back a the train, hometown
starscream the system, ninja star the cassette deck, lazarface is back in effect
focus like a worker ant live, get with hive mind fly shit, shut your little mind crime hybrid
eyelids pinned back flat, we had a focus group of lab rats clappin, at last you got dap
automaton bells rock well from death valley, shit, we all mingle in ditch, mass grave for the kids
clash with the combat rap set, a weathermen funk breath, the last rebels left?
slide off or get the digi-pack slashed in your neck, your figitin with a 28 day simian
yeah dog, him again, the bad touch destruct militant, drum percussion lust diligent
the surface that gave birth to the style is ny, the jihad recipient sky its 2 fly
the roof of the witnessing spot was bk, a cloud of asbestos i guess it’s d day
no you want me to move and do how you say, or look into my brain through this glass toupee
fuck this, how bout i just smack you bitch? save that 4th reich boogie for them plastic twits, or the old women of fate stitchin their casket nits
i’ll be drunk on the back of the train takin a piss
bumpin bdp through a raheem kit, with a double d duracel destiny megamix like

everything must go
you wanna get on some fly shit, get on some butterfly to the fire shit
everything must go
i wanna sell you the dream, i wanna watch you come apart at the seams
everything must go
you wanna get on some fly shit, get on some butterfly to the fire shit
everything must go
i wanna sell you a dream, get over here and buy you ho

yeah this kid asked my who the fuck i thought i was i was like… this

excuse me little child, why the devious smile?
well i’ve become what i’ve forsaken and the irony’s wild
are you in charge of this outfit?
nah not me, cousin, i wrestle distinction from the chompers of a buzzard
is my mommy in heaven?
well she’s definitely not here, now run away and go play with this hatchet and flaming spear
i’m tryna mix up this molotov then peel the fuck off, i’ve got a windmill to tackle son, polish my gun off
my hot pink millimeter space heater, duck down
pulled out from the crevice of a triple fat duck down
horse hoofs and meat im glued to the beat, grindin, stolen hovercraft draggin a bass stab behind it
every little phrase is designed for yall to rewind it, every brittle phase has an expiration assignment
eyes wide, the bad man walks alive with 5 dimes of sticky the bush and no 9
who was trained by ed koch to hop a turnstyle, see cop smile, peep cops gun, now see little juvenile me in reeboks run
through the projected transformation of the catacombs son, makin’ it home’s so fun
if you’re alone no sweat, cause you’re alone with the best, the under rated phrase mason whos leakin’ pain to cassette
if you hate lies don’t fret, cause i cant lie about this, at least im honest when i tell you that my mind’s full of shit
and sick of skippin’ on electrified hop scotch grid, we’re double dutchin to percussion with this barbed wire rope choker
the most floatinist spoke dope spit, get lit
your with an ambulance chaser i strive design sick

everything must go