Bulldog 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

Wou 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

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