Check it out y'all pull the pin
Count to five top to bottom tonight
Borough watch, Jux war savage,
Cupcakes, iced right now on time
Same hand that snuggled the barbed wire
Tug an orphan assortment of
Bell and three- alarm fire
Beautiful loser maneuver the goofy
Big brother super- community burn
OK shoppers, tickets won't last
For the straight- to- video "Dog- Boy
Darwin on a peg taking his
Ape escape gravitron, surly with two caps
Plugging the flak back and it was
Home depot for the five finger lazy lift
Ironically the same five measure
Spray gradient, baiting for city tetris
Double- breasted hecklers bark at
Now mobile rogues develop
Which further upsets the rich
'til rubberneckers double-
Tonight the scum dance and I got all my
Money on the one with the lung cramps
They score him on his escape
Sorta likes the attention so he
A documentarian suffering
While ushering the public's
Or transfer greedy bruiser
To user- friendly stanzas?
I guess it's like a junkwad
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

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Get nowClap once for the junkyard punks
Good, pay attention 'cause part
Can fiddle with your direction
Heroes are never forgotten,
Two milligrams later, hit's the stage
With Big Wiz on the fader,
'til we ogle over the frame
With a pine- box channel pioneer
Miyazaki makeover the BK sky
So when the jungle hit's the city
Poison for the town square up
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
Shell- shocked with a flock of
Hell's wolves and minstrels
Shell- toed ghosts on nostalgia
Grassroots ghouls always kept it simple
Pour the water in the dirt
Dixie cup telephoner, enemy port door
And port wars Zooka wouldn't
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
Clap once for the junkyard punks
Good, pay attention 'cause part
Can fiddle with your direction
Heroes are never forgotten,