Behind The Stump

[Intro: Sesta & Trials]

Trials

Peepshow Entertainment, it's fucking shit

Ah, check it out

It's like this

[Turntablism: DJ Reflux]

"On and on, till my clock stop ticking"

[Verse 1: Trials]

Well, let me put it straight mate, your tracks just suck

And fuck your punchlines man, I lines the punches up

The class dunce has struck about to make noggins nod

It's the Funkoars kid from the sticky tape lodge

[Verse 2: Sesta]

And we stump 'em, thump 'em, they got nothing on us

Clucked 'em, crushed 'em, they're just nothin' tryna be somethin'

Run shit, you think you got the upper hand

Step into a cypher and leave with a sun tan

[Verse 3: Trials]

Ayo, my name's known from state to state, for every toy MC

Deskin' my records in a [?] dollar crate

Now, you think you're a dope cunt? Well, listen up to what I'm tellin' yah

We don't shit on you man, we like a [?] enemas

[Verse 4: Sesta]

Understand, we expand like land

When a country folds under a dominant battle plan

Now, we're leavin' 'em stumped, stoped, lackin' self-respect

Dazed and spinnin' like they were sittin' on a desk

[Verse 5: Trials]

Switch styles, and now we're burnin' [?]

Your chick's hard to swallow like the mamas and the poppas

But seriously man, they're tryin' to see me

I leave with [?] breath control and asthmatic MCs

[Verse 6: Sesta]

Certified Wise, our shit's a hundred percent

I've got dudes turn on their gods so that they can repent

Because steppin' in the first place was your first mistake

And your first diss track was your first outtake

[Hook: Trials & Sesta]

We stump MCs like amputees

I fair battle a sixteen of [?] versus me

You're talkin' but don't do shit like constipations

If you're sleepin' on tracks like runaways stuck at train stations

[Turntablism: DJ Reflux]

"Highly respected in your city when I pass it"

"On and on, till my clock stop ticking"

"Highly respected in your city when I pass it"

[Verse 7: Trials]

Ayo, you don't wanna battle with all that fuckin' babble

I got more fan letters than EG playing Scrabble

In any cypher, Trials stands tall

They took a cast of my balls and threw it up in Rundle mall

[Verse 8: Sesta]

Nod your head, move your mouth to what I said

Everything you believe in and it [?] Rocky's death

'Cause we're Funkoars before we just get reborn

So be gone, yo, be taught, yo, reform the scene's cause

[Verse 9: Trials]

Now, too many rap-stars startin' to feel sick

Like believing chicks piss, talking shit [?]

You're the last dude who should even fucking diss

Your shit's hit and miss like drunk men taking a piss

[Verse 10: Sesta]

Now I [?] suit yah, nah, we can't boot ya

But me and Trials got that black belt in Kama Sutra

So we can move yah 'cause we got more brawn than brains

But don't test me too much 'cause I suffer from chest pain

[Verse 11: Trials]

And you risk it, tryna kick shit in front of this kid

I rip rap so phat, skinny kids develop bitch tits

And for the record, it's Trials, certified

Burnin' cunts like pussy infections every time I rhyme

[Verse 12: Sesta]

I swear you're cursed, rhythms are the worst

Freestyles rehearsed, up in a flow