Xanthrax - Shredders, Sims, P.O.S.

Goddamn

Goddamn

Goddamn

Goddamn

Goddamn

Goddamn

Goddamn

Here come the flood to the line in the sand

Running out of real estate

Deadweight, wasteland

Slimy like, slimy like what’s stepping out of 4 Chan

I’ma change the format

These alphas are BetaMax

Fighting over table scraps

All you see is tail lights

All I make is roadkill

My flow goes right over heads

Coming for the throat still

All you fire data blanks

All you do is say your thanks

Obey your rank

You still got money in the major banks

It all comes up to where you put your bucks

Rookie stuff from where the cookies cut

Welcome to the neighborhood

Listen to your big brother deeming what’s acceptable

You gonna meet The Cleavers

You gonna end up like some vegetables

Goddamn

Goddamn

Goddamn

Goddamn

Goddamn

Goddamn

Goddamn

Goddamn

Still screaming

This time gon be different

Yeah yeah

This time gon be different

Nah, no

Nah same shit

New Years to New Years

From no tears to all fears and no steps

All no moves all fall

All breath straight held

But somehow

This time gon be different

Nothing gon change around you

If you don’t or won’t change shit about you

If you think escaping from view

Could reasonably ease up the psyche try it

I’d probably deny it if I was you too

This crazy way is a daily display

So art it’s obnoxious

Sign corners in every room that I stay

Frequently flipping threw every

Tangible

Manual

Seeking something sturdy, skipping the

Goddamn

Goddamn

Goddamn

Goddamn

Goddamn

Goddamn

Goddamn

Here come the flood to the line in the sand