Triple six, five, forked tongue Subatomic penetration rapid fire through your skull How I shot it on one taking it back to the days of trying to lose control Swerving in a blaze of fire, raging through my bones Oh shit I'm feeling it - Takyon Hell yeah, fuck yeah, I feel like killing it - Takyon Alright that's tight, what its like to experience - Takyon
Out of the blue, in through the back Door coming through like fuck what was that Man I don't know, but it made me feel so heated How we creep without showing you jack Shit from below, give a shit if you know Cuz even if you did, you'd keep coming back Back for more, need it man you're addicted to the heat We make beats catch Beat it til it bleeds to death, each track Like EPMD snappin necks as we tap energy from everything on and off the map
One day, while Andy was filing his taxes, Woody got welfare. He could no longer help himself! He watched as Andy crunched the numbers in his fancy, advanced calculator. He approached Andy which startled him and made him drop his receipts everywhere on the floor and on Woody too. Being covered in his taxes made Woody even more ambitious to file his taxes!
Woody: "Mister Andy! I'm alive and I want to LEARN TO BE CASH SOLVENT!"
Andy: "Oh Woody! I always knew you were alive! I want to show you the ways of financial stability!"
Woody grabbed a bunch of pencils and graph paper and started making his portfolio.
Woody: "Oh my! It's a #2 Ticonderoga pencil! #2 Ticonderoga pencils are my favorite!"
Woody then stuffed his graphs into Andy's accordion folder. The other toys around the room watched intently as Woody stuck folder after folder into Andy's filing cabinet. Continuously making a flipping noise. The other toys also became so ambitious that they all gathered around Woody and Andy and began taking out mortgage sheets and started to crunch numbers all over them, and then they started to calculate.
Andy: "Oh my goodness, Woody! You are filing your taxes so well! Your calculations are stimulating my cerebral cortex! OH YES!"
All the other toys became enthused by this, and could not help themselves anymore! They took their credit reports and pushed them into Andy's filing cabinet. All of them wanted to put their reports in Andy's nice, stylish filing cabinet.
Andy: "No wait guys! My filing cabinet cannot hold this much! It is getting so full!"
All the toys continued filling the filing cabinet, and pretty much, it was beyond full, and broke from having its insides completely crammed. The mother came in and found Andy, completely worn out, with a dead calculator, and a HUGE increase in his investments in his stock portfolio.