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, you must resign

You want to figure it out

We'll throw down

We'll throw down

We'll throw down

You want to figure it out

Well throw down your bulldog front

Bold, bold mouth talking, not so bold

Now that you've eaten your own

Lips flecked, mouth specked

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

You want to figure it out

We'll throw down

We'll throw down

You want to figure it out

We'll throw down your bulldog front

You want to figure it out

You want to figure it out

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You want to figure it out

We'll throw down and

We'll throw down

You want to figure it out

We'll throw down your bulldog front

You want to figure it out

You want to figure it out