Shredders - Wolfs

Goddamn
Goddamn
Goddamn
Goddamn
Goddamn
Goddamn
Goddamn
Here come the flood to the line in the sand

Running out of real estate
Deadweight, wasteland
Slimy like, slimy like what’s stepping out of 4 Chan
I’ma change the format
These alphas are BetaMax
Fighting over table scraps
All you see is tail lights
All I make is roadkill
My flow goes right over heads
Coming for the throat still
All you fire data blanks
All you do is say your thanks
Obey your rank
You still got money in the major banks
It all comes up to where you put your bucks
Rookie stuff from where the cookies cut
Welcome to the neighborhood
Listen to your big brother deeming what's acceptable
You gonna meet The Cleavers
You gonna end up like some vegetables

Goddamn
Goddamn
Goddamn
Goddamn
Goddamn
Goddamn
Goddamn
Goddamn

Still screaming
This time gon be different
Yeah yeah
This time gon be different
Nah, no
Nah same shit
New Years to New Years
From no tears to all fears and no steps
All no moves all fall
All breath straight held
But somehow
This time gon be different
Nothing gon change around you
If you don't or won't change shit about you
If you think escaping from view
Could reasonably ease up the psyche try it
I'd probably deny it if I was you too
This crazy way is a daily display
So art it's obnoxious
Sign corners in every room that I stay
Frequently flipping threw every
Tangible
Manual
Seeking something sturdy, skipping the

Goddamn
Goddamn
Goddamn
Goddamn
Goddamn
Goddamn
Goddamn
Here come the flood to the line in the sand