Mud Lice

[Verse 1: Homeboy Sandman]
My name written in blood, my sword covered in rust
My songs written in mud, I'm in the trench with no one to trust
The things I counted on been ground into dust
God bless the child of its that sprouted underground with the C.H.U.D
Except for falling in love ain't no better feeling on the earth
Than getting the smirk wiped from off of your mug
Undecoded and been voted "The Least Likely to Budge"
Taking chances where the answers always "all the above"
Good luck calling my bluff, had to lay the hammer
On your hunt and gathering stuff, It was rather abrupt
Set the balance for battalions too wary to lug
Rations across a battlefield that's barren, shit is barracks or bust
Nobody taught me not to stare at the sun
Only photocopies for the class to share and discuss
Man, your mathematics may be fine for finding the sum
But that ain't nearly what's up

[Chorus: Aesop Rock & Homeboy Sandman]
I'm covered in that grit
Covered in that sludge
Covered in that muck
Covered in that mud
See, I'm covered in that sweat
Covered in that blood
Got covered in that stuck
Covered in that mud