Smudge

Look I'm just beginning and the fat lady singing one three of FC

I've been jamming, I've been jingling, what I'm bringing is a flow

That's blinging like a chain

That's swinging, Steve Smith back in and back in it, uh

Orthodox in a corporate box or Southpaw box

Talk a lot with my mouth full of spots

Every floor I cross, every wall I hop, got a cord

And I've caught a cots just for them to call it off

Slipping tickets just to see me hit it wicked

Ricky's wicked with the spinning, even sicker with the sixes

Bugs and grasshoppers on the bitches

Double on tonsils with the crickets

Stroky with the scorching heat, hurricane from under

A star in the renegade, lightning in the thunder

Five different slices coming all numbers

It's Big Ricks, big bass, bumping all Summer (summer)

What you, what you waiting in the sheds for?

I'll be, I'll be playing with your head, boy

What you, what you afraid of getting pressed?

The best to the best, that's what it's called a test for

What you, what you waiting in the sheds for?

I'll be, I'll be playing with your head, boy

What you, what you afraid of getting pressed?

This is the best of the best, that's what it's called a test for

I've got the S laid right across my chest plate

Heads hairless, looking fresh with the Lex Fate

You got less mates, less essays, less ULAs

Less essays and less bets that will get paid (yeah, yeah-yeah-eh)

I collect cake, hectic what the check say

Decks shaking, ticks straight to death from my pen blade

I've got ten ways to strike you out dead straight

I'm Fang Sway like Wreck Tanks, time is now, press play

Wednesday to Tuesday, my phlegm slay

That's all week, I don't sleep, I sense it

I sense that I hate Daniel Man's lane

Let's wait and see what they can take

Yes, babe, I'm awake in the REM state

The stakes so high, I fly overhead

They can't comprehend, got them spent in a veg state

Bench and bench, players bench, press until my pecs break