Bench Press

[Intro: C-Ray]
Yeah
Check me (why?)

[Verse 1: C-Ray]
I'm back like football
Back like a turtle hurtle hurt 'em wish I would fall
They wish that I was loching and moving that dope on hood songs
I wish that I could cloak 'fore I choke ya
Not what you would call
A good dog
You see me hanging with them mangy mutts
If one is off the leash and on your lady then it may be us (oops)
Ducking Uncle Willy
Chucks and cuff the Dickey's
Knuckled up and witty
Running a committee from my Navy sub (fire)
I'm at your trachea with 88
And it may take a little longer cause I make mistakes (so)
But once I lace it, ace the mix and bounce it
They pay the kid amounts who figure
Got you pissed about your day-to-day (shut up)
So save your breath, cause the gossipers got your ass choking (why?)
Cause second-hand information is second-hand smoking (die)
Cancerous at best
You'll die of stroke or heart attack
A dagger in your chest
It had to be a mess

[Chorus: C-ray]
Bench press
I rep, and get it off my chest
The bars I lift are nope they probably hope I tear a pec
Benchpress
And yes, I'm no longer impressed
The puny human species, you too weak to do a set
Benchpress
I bless, the insignificant
The plates I stack are vicious, you some bitches who would faint
Benchpress
And yes, I see you overtrained
I'm swole up over beast, don't throw some shit you know you can't
Benchpress

[Verse 2: C-Ray]
I make it for the Brainiacs and Looney Tunes (uh huh)
Come and peep it, it's just me and some unruly coons (for sure)
Probably high off the supply, now what's the duty (booze)
Sandwiched to the ceiling in the building watching Scooby-doo (*scooby laugh*)
Laughing at you bitches which I knew would lose (no)
And all these cruisers on my dick, I don't know who is who (who?)
But losing ain't some shit that I maneuver through
Moving like I'm gifted while I'm twisted like a rubik's cube (brain)
I'm loving this, it's nothing finna up the weight
And never bluffing for the gains, I need another plate (yeah)
Lace it, punch you in the face until my knuckles break (ow)
They hitting play and quick to take it like a stomach ache (bitch)
They fetal position, itching to die for free (free)
Then I pull up, take your bitch and dip in an ISIS jeep (bye)
Equipped, I give 'em the slip I'm skipping the niceties
You looking like some hoes when you're hoping to spit what I can heave (never)
These rappers'll leak to the core 'fore they come after me
I snuff these phonies and only ignore 'em when the casket's deep
I read your tweets and coulda swore you had the masterpiece
But y'all just steal an idea and sport it like a graphic tee (whack)
Hehe
I'm knee-deep in the rejects
It's recess
And the weakest of you emcees finna be next (yeah)
Eject
Then I ditch 'em like I bet your pussy had a defect (damn)
Reflect
On my way I'm finna kill 'em
Hit 'em with the mean bench

[Chorus: C-ray]
Press
I rep, and get it off my chest
The bars I lift are nope they probably hope I tear a pec
Benchpress
And yes, I'm no longer impressed
The puny human species, you too weak to do a set
Benchpress
I bless, the insignificant
The plates I stack are vicious, you some bitches who would faint
Benchpress
And yes, I see you overtrained
I'm swole up over beast, don't throw some shit you know you can't
Benchpress

[Outro: C-Ray]
Benchpress