In my sink
 You wash your face in my sink
 In my sink (sink)
 You wash your face in my sink
 In my sink (sink)
 You wash your face in my sink

 Simplicity with synchronicity make a mind meld
 Revealed if possible like a walk in a mind field
 Sadly  you get up to bat and take a swing thing
 Should I
 Shouldn't I try?
 Too late
 You sunk into the sink that I wash my face

 You wash your face in my sink
 In my sink

 Tougher
 That's what I'm getting
 I'm getting rougher
 And you beat me?
 Suffer
 The attempt of an attempt well tried
 Well your side tried
 But my side will never be denied
 Cause I'm swinging it stinging neglection
 With an injection of truth
 I've come to untwist the twisted youth
 How does it feel now that I've got you all to think?
 Yeah, and wash your face in my sink

 You wash your face in my sink

 Here I go I here I go I here I go again
 I have a little place to send a little false friend
 Who tried to mess me up with little negative thoughts
 A little negative taught
 Me to never ever leave my fame into the hands of incompetence
 That makes sense
 So now I change the tune for the tune allows changes
 For you to take a breath while your brain rearranges
 What I just spoke into a language called speech
 You try to catch it but you just can't reach
 For you leave a ring around the basin
 When you wash your face in
 In my sink

 You wash your face in my sink

 Now the basin is clean to the gleam of the eye
 You constantly lie "when dove's cry"
 Out that you are not about what you say
 The image of the field you reveal and portray
 For never ever will I fall fall to the effects of bandwagonism
 So please listen
 Up not down
 For down is the devil
 So roll like a boulder and not like a pebble
 You roll like a rock, you roll like a rebel
 For this is pure pain
 Pick ax and a shovel
 Hear no command
 Hear just warning
 If you wake up in the morning
 And wash your face in my sink

 You wash your face in my sink

 Swing on the grounds of the play ground
 The wire to the amp to improve the sound
 I mean give me an M-I-C that is clean
 And witness the warriors of the dream
 For the bigger the orange
 Is the bigger the peel
 Thieves who steal
 Get a wheel for real
 A spin to infin or until I give a pardon
 Me, I never promised you a rose garden
 Or nourishment just punishment for a fink
 Who thinks he can wash his face in our sink

 You wash your face in my sink

 Open up the door
 Step across the wet floor
 You can make it
 You can tape it
 This rhyme forevermore
 Peer into the drain as the water goes down
 Why do you frown is the end of the sound
 * * *
 But bring back the rhyme
 For the rhyme is evaporated
 And all of the sucker MCs
 To the Jones is saying
 They would
 They could
 They think
 But never ever never dare try
 To wash their face in my sink