D Frizzle - Centre Stage

D Frizzle - Centre Stage (11/01/2020) Yo, I’m hitting centre stage when I scribble on the page Well, type it out with spell check or spit it from the brain Face it, your jaw be trembling when I choke you Your vocal cords are struggling and shoulder blades are broken Let’s go further down the body to the chest Not impressed with your lung capacity, it's a mess Your rib cage’ll be crumbling when I am done with it And your stomach is so full, I’m clearly the one that is hungrier Your belly button’s fed up with you, you son of a bitch Your hips keep on cracking and you can barely see your dick Aww, your hamstrings are hurting? What a pity (Yeah) It’d sure be shitty if your knees keep on clicking I’ll kick in you in the shins and make you roll your ankle Out of all the body damage you’ll be taking, this is just a sample I’m stomping on your feet and you are stubbing your toesies I am hitting centre stage and everybody here knows this Oh shit! No-no-no-no-no-no-no (I’m not done) I’m not done and everybody here knows this Oh shit, let’s go from the bottom to the top again (Uh) The souls of your feet burn when you walk over my hot cement You’re stuck up to your calves in it and I kinda have to laugh at your Femurs looking feeble and your pelvis is in particles And your coccyx is so toxic and your rot-ridden cock has Dripped off your undercarriage like a faucet I’m intensively invested in your intestines And I’ll cut you and gut you, don’t give a fuck about your destiny A kidney punch’ll get you if I ever I lose my temper And I endeavour to be the deadliest when stabbing your gallbladder And when I go bad I know that I will deliver the pain Drowning your liver in rivers of the poisonous rain Now it hurts in your sternum and your Adam’s apple is curdling And the roof of your mouth is burning from the hot shit I'm serving And the top of your cranium's breaking, you’re crazy with rage I just looked you down and up and now I’m hitting centre stage Yo, my mic’s on, I’m coming and it's my turn to run it I’m a cyclone heading your way I’m better than all your mates so I’m entering centre stage And it’s my turn to pick up the pace (Yeah) Yo, my mic’s on, I’m coming and it's my turn to run it I’m a cyclone heading your way I’m better than all your mates so I’m entering centre stage And it’s my turn to win in this race, yeah (Yeah) So, Mancunian flow, leave it alone or should I keep going? I’m thinking it’s kinda so-so But I know I’m dope and I’m opening windows and the doors of opportunity Who is with me? Come to my next show It’s not poetry or pose, it’s snot blowing out my nose It’s got chauvinistic connotations I don’t know behind the jokes Am I supposed to apologise to all walks of life and all kinda folks From the middle of Melbourne city to fucking Idaho? I’m not sure if I’m a good bloke or a ticking time bomb about to blow I just can’t ignore it any more My pipes are sore, I mustn’t have got the right dose of NyQuil I’m so ice cold that it’s obvious I take the high road Drive slow, time to pump my brakes through this pile of snow Wait for the sun to come up and just fucking melt it all I guess I’m stuck in my ways and I’m very opinionated And my voice is gravelly so I’ll just try to do this set in stone Yo, my mic’s on, I’m coming and it's my turn to run it I’m a cyclone heading your way I’m better than all your mates so I’m entering centre stage And it’s my turn to pick up the pace (Yeah) Yo, my mic’s on, I’m coming and it's my turn to run it I’m a cyclone heading your way I’m better than all your mates so I’m entering centre stage And it’s my turn to win in this race (Yeah, yeah) * Stems curtesy of DJ Wasabi - https://www.facebook.com/wasabitunez * All production / lyrics © D Frizzle - http://dfrizzle.com