Nutcase PEZ (Ft. 360)

[Intro: 360 & PEZ]
Yo, yo (Yes)
It's full throttle, I pull bottles
Smack your head in until you fools hobble
Yeah, with the H2GO, you're way too slow
With your gay new flow
Fuck youse, I love to win
Smash your head in with a rubbish bin
Check that ill shit, I kill shit
Here we go

[Verse 1: PEZ]
I'm a self-confessed psychopath, might attack
Any cats writin' raps till, inside, their eyes are black
Despise crowds, find out we'll fight loud
Right now, not hittin' switches but I'll put your lights out
The type of kid to beat you to death with a pencil case
And use your blood to see what picture the stencil makes
Kickin' back, spittin' raps, rip the tracks
So of course I'll split your back with a fuckin' cricket bat
I'll fake my death till doctors check the carcass
Escape during the autopsy just to run starkers
Through your block of apartments, full cravin' a chick
Both arms missin' but still wavin' my dick
I rap bars exactly tracks scarred
Sneak in your backyard, slap your mum's fat arse
For hanging clothes on the line, keep my flows in time
Fuck all of your thoughts, 'cause I'm imposing mine
Let's get this paper, dog, "A4 or A3?"
Don't give a fuck what it is just as long as you pay me
Nah, I'm just jokin', not into flowin' with chains
All the bling shit's the reason why I'm goin' insane
It's expected, grab the mic and I wreck shit
Turn the tables on my life so my nickname's Techniques
Outkast won the Grammy but I wanna beat the boss
Big fights with stereos till I see the speaker box
And smash this shit till I leave it in the gutter
Yo, I'll crack your skull in with a jar of peanut butter
Or Vegemite, let us fight and I bet you might
Step aside 'cause every time I just wreck the mic