D Frizzle - Centre Stage
Channel: D Frizzle
Date: 2020-07-05

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