Lyrics Smash! - MC Chris

Smash!

Gettin' pleasured in the desert, they all think I am deceased
I'm the shade of gray makes the maids weak in the knees
Used to be green with envy, now they empty my peen
Don't get it twisted, Fixit got the thickest dick you ever seen
Went splat in Yucca Flats, got a job with the mob
Got a crib, fucking fat, it's also at the top
Private elevator, a bevertainer, panties drop
An orgy smorgasbord that's right out of Scheherazade
Instead of skirmishes, room services, please send me up the works
Masseuses are a nuisance, all they want to do is jerk
Got a Jacuzzi and a sauna and a rack that warms my towels
Any whiny shits can't handle it, go back inside my bowels

Just Call Mr. Fixit, fix it in a flash
Get rid of any problem if you're coughin' up the cash
I used to be green, then one day, I'm gray
You got a gambling problem? I got ample gamma rays
Just Call Mr. Fixit, fix it in a flash
Get rid of any problem if you're coughin' up the cash
I used to be green, then one day, I'm gray
You got a gambling problem? I got ample gamma rays

Pin stripe is the type just like back in the day
Tailor made 'cause my shape is something I can't escape
Got my square and my fedora, presentation is important
I might be the last thing you see, pardon me, I'm sorta morbid
Clever banter now that Banner is with Savage in the slammer
Segments of my psyche, hit it nightly with a hammer
Drinks are comped, can't stop, pockets stuffed with cash
Bettin' bookies, getting hookers, malt liquor, Hulk smashed
Carry out card counters, I'm a bouncer with benefits
Bandits get bandages, Berengetti says settle it
Union bosses get tossed, showgirls get the shank
Fixers eighty-sixed, Mr. Fixit gets the bank
Boss hits the secret button in the pommel of his cane
I'm the lummox summoned to deal out what you disdain
I'm not trapped, if they're strapped, I just give'm all the clap
Sonic boom in the room, soon I'm living in the lap
No truce with the Bruce, no use as a puny peon
I'd rather let loose in suits and swim in a sea of neon
I'd rather roll the dice and gamble while I'm gray
Like hiding in this life, let the chips fall where they may

Just Call Mr. Fixit, fix it in a flash
Get rid of any problem if you're coughin' up the cash
I used to be green, then one day, I'm gray
You got a gambling problem? I got ample gamma rays
Just Call Mr. Fixit, fix it in a flash
Get rid of any problem if you're coughin' up the cash
I used to be green, then one day, I'm gray
You got a gambling problem? I got ample gamma rays