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

but 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