Wham!

Okay huddle in
What the f-?
What'd I stumble in?
Are these words, am I mumbling?
Say you wanna feel the verse
From the tongue a bit?
Say you heard the word
And you're wanting some of it?
Heard it from the curb
Heard it from a little bird
Heard this big ol' thumb could press ya like a button
To make ya kitty purr (Huh)
Heard he got the type of s- that shake the earth (Huh)
Heard that you could treat his s- like crumble herb (Huh)
Heard that you could
Break the circle
Take a clean plot, paint it purple
Talk a mean talk, make it hurtful
Walk a mean walk, make a turn for it
I could re-watch, I could learn for it
I could see why people yearn for it
He's a clean clock
He's the Green, locked
That's why she's concerned for it
Walking 'round like she gotta earn for it
Trynna bend is if she got the curve for it
Wondering if she can hold the drum for him
'Fore too long
She ain't sucking thumb (Mm)
'Fore too long
She'll use what she brought along
'Fore too long
She ain't sucking thumb (Mm)
'Fore too long
She'll use what she brought along
She say
"Write a song, I can ride along
Ride along with it, right along with it"

One!
One sung from the dungeon
Poked a head in, was a dead end
Towards none
Sun?
No sun where I come from
Down to the end, drowned to the brim
No sound of the finches, it's
Echoed passages, speckled blacknesses
Heckled Basilisks writhe and thrash about
Lashing out in rhythmic bashing bouts
This, the lasting count
It runs cold
Cold as nuns scold
Cold as one holds a whole ton of tongues
To unfold the soul in sunk holes of coals
With plump hoes of sticky icky toes
Quick as the blicky blow (Pew)
Trigger quick chicks sticking hickies (woah)
Flick a pic, fire from the hip
Fire at wills and walls
Fire!
I kill on call!
Pacifier, yeah he heal in gills of gall
Rap a riot when it's dealt in pills and all
Staff for hire, enthralled in filth
It's called Dirty Work
Soon as the early birdie come and gimme chirp
Soon as I get some headroom from the stir
The goon grunting something
Getting lost in some words he heard
Reverse, rehearse Ah!
A curse! I curse, this curse! (Ahem)
Up until I burst the hearse
Bet I'll be slinging verse, no church man
Quench your thirst, man
Heard what I'm saying?
Get the hints it hurts, damn
Heard what I'm saying?
How I hit the fence first
Wham!



Credits
Writer(s): Spencer Zorn
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