Hench
(Fresh)
When I need to decompress
When this crazy world around me's got me
Feeling kinda stressed
I've got a method, it's the best
I get the feelings off my chest
And replace them all with pecs
I'm getting hench
I've got expertise in strength
I do the thing where you lift your legs up
And the one where you press the bench
I'm getting hench, so hench
Abs like dry cement
Don't look directly at them
'Cause you'll find it too intense
Working out, and working up a sweat
Ha ha ha ha
Running about, never running out of breath
Ha ha ha ha ha ha (gag) (cough)
When you're hench, the struggle's real
I got fired from a bakery for selling buns of steel
It's difficult, it's an ordeal
A woman called the cops on me
'Cause she thought these guns were real
Hench, so hench
It's a thirst I cannot quench
Friedrich Nietzsche, you can eat your heart out
I'm the Ubermensch
I'm hench, so hench
My biceps are immense
Alfred Hitchcock, I could teach you
About making something tense
Oooh, baby, I know you're hungry
For my muscular body
But oooh, baby, you're gonna need to eat some
Snack-a-jacks or something
'Cause I'm busy getting hench
So hench I makes no sense
My muscular capacity's at 110 percent
I'm hench, so hench
Look at my booty clench
Oui je suis aussi fort
(Yes I am also hench in French)
Push up with two hands
Push up with one hand
Push up with no hands
Push up with someone else's hands
When I need to decompress
When this crazy world around me's got me
Feeling kinda stressed
I've got a method, it's the best
I get the feelings off my chest
And replace them all with pecs
I'm getting hench
I've got expertise in strength
I do the thing where you lift your legs up
And the one where you press the bench
I'm getting hench, so hench
Abs like dry cement
Don't look directly at them
'Cause you'll find it too intense
Working out, and working up a sweat
Ha ha ha ha
Running about, never running out of breath
Ha ha ha ha ha ha (gag) (cough)
When you're hench, the struggle's real
I got fired from a bakery for selling buns of steel
It's difficult, it's an ordeal
A woman called the cops on me
'Cause she thought these guns were real
Hench, so hench
It's a thirst I cannot quench
Friedrich Nietzsche, you can eat your heart out
I'm the Ubermensch
I'm hench, so hench
My biceps are immense
Alfred Hitchcock, I could teach you
About making something tense
Oooh, baby, I know you're hungry
For my muscular body
But oooh, baby, you're gonna need to eat some
Snack-a-jacks or something
'Cause I'm busy getting hench
So hench I makes no sense
My muscular capacity's at 110 percent
I'm hench, so hench
Look at my booty clench
Oui je suis aussi fort
(Yes I am also hench in French)
Push up with two hands
Push up with one hand
Push up with no hands
Push up with someone else's hands
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Writer(s): Archie Hugh Henderson
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