Fugazi
Bulldof front
Ahistorical - you think this shit just dropped right out of the sky
My analysis: it's time to harvest the crust from your eyes
To surge and refine, to rage and define ourselves against your line
So sorry friend but you must resign

You want to figure it out we'll throw down, we'll throw down
You want to figure it out well throw down your bulldog front

Bold bold mouthtalking not so bold now that you've eaten your own
Lips flecked, mouthspecked you strip the skin right off of the bone
And I would never say you act without precision or care
But it's all attention to armor, to the armor you wear so well

You want to figure it out we'll throw down, we'll throw down
You want to figure it out well throw down your bulldog front

Let's knock and check to see if there's somebody home