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"Junk Culture"
contains samples from:
Public Enemy's song "Public Enemy No. 1"
& Jim Muro's film "Street Trash"

lyrics

[V1. (Kabal)"Fred"]
I'm like the thing your family chained up & bound in the cellar, Cannibalistic humanoid underground dweller/
Call me C.H.U.D. for short, I got the gore report,
the horror-core retort and what the stores import/
I'm in my quarters ordering assorted things off of websites,
movies for midnights, chopping up dead-ites/
Christine's headlights illuminate and you're done,
I master puppets like my fucking name was Andre Toulon/
Game like jigsaw, starving girls in a well,
Puzzle boxes that unlocks the darkest corners of hell/
Where the unholy slash and you embody all the pain,
More goalie masks than the hockey hall of fame/
(If) this scum is disturbed, you're lacking fingers and balls,
Just because you referred to action figures as dolls/
Runnin' down the ave cus I'm gonna beat ya ass,
Screaming "Fucking little street trash!"/

(CHORUS X2)
Keep your Beet-thovin', keep your Bach
Street Trash, Fred and Burt, Kabal and Mach
Suit and tie guys better hit the block
Junk Culture Vultures neck deep in schlock

[V2. (Mach Spitz)"Burt"]
Take yer opera, specs and tuxedos
Gimme Sam Delaney any day of the week
Death Angel, DRI, Cheese Doritos
Arthur C. Clarke and a pair of fucking speedos
Dickens? Yer kidding me, Philip K sucker
He's the dick I been suckin' everyday like a motherfucker
Now these high castle men gonna rewrite some history
Speculative shit on the noir tip
Cryptonomical, code loaded spy shit
Vaporizing punks who try rolling up on my shit
Bob Backlund of the pen protector set
Crossneck chicken wing sucker I wrecked yer neck/
Got my vector set and every system go
Crossing ludicrous speed off the list again
Get the gyst of this, apocalyptic styles
Popping cryptic, cock blocking dip shits

(CHORUS X2)
Keep your Beet-thovin', keep your Bach
Street Trash, Fred and Burt, Kabal and Mach
Suit and tie guys better hit the block
Junk Culture Vultures neck deep in schlock

[V3. (Kabal)"Fred" & (Mach Spitz)"Burt"]
Junk Culture we ain't talking about sausages,
Punked your father for his old school cartridges/
Fuck Partridges, Fred here's my family,
Brother from another mother ship, town of Bramalea/
You can't handle me, you're bleeding and welting,
Guzzle down your viper and I still ain't melting /
Tenafly, 30 mics, dirty 40s,
Getting our warp drive with four five-tittied shorties/
Lord of Illusions, mental intrusions,
Leave your brain traumatized and full of contusions/
Confucius shit, fission-fusion team-up,
Flies in your tele-porter, sport, watch you beam up/
Re-up, roll weed-up, Re-animator on the TV,
Deceivers get cleaved, check the CV/
M.D. Herbert West west y'all, Last House on the left y'all,
Cold clockin' lasers in the vest, y'all/

(CHORUS X4)
Keep your Beet-thovin', keep your Bach
Street Trash, Fred and Burt, Kabal and Mach
Suit and tie guys better hit the block
Junk Culture Vultures neck deep in schlock

credits

from Mach Spitz & Kabal are​.​.​. Street Trash, released January 6, 2015
Composed by: Mach Spitz (C.McCallum)
Arranged by: Kabal (K.Theodoropolus)
Lyrics by: Mach Spitz & Kabal

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