Mr. Fulltrade Lyrics

Expired to these unfinished deeds
Expired to giving clear seeds
To get flagrant guides
To their infant minds
What it needs to be done

Expired to what have left
Left behind
From their infant minds
Dirty marks left behind
Clean sights
Spotless steel will set you off

Gotcha nodding
Gotcha on sneaking
Gotcha screaming
Got you on your final scheming

Mr. Fulltrade

Just because you're something
Doesn't mean this is nothing
Grab on it
Are you for real?
Use you're left hand
Get on it

Still back for bad?
Neck against the wall
Hour after hour
That's all you got