Problem Complete

[Intro]
Boy, you think you’ve got it all figured out
Ayo
It’s Complete
TPW
Perth city, motherfucker
It’s like everyone seems to think
That I’m a problem
And you know what?
I fuckin’ agree
Yo, check it, oi
Psycho beats

[Verse 1]
Let’s get started, I’m incineratin’ the red carpet
So you best guard it or sit afraid with the next artist
I kinda feel like I’m in a race with some retardeds
I was gonna aim for the winner’s place, then I sped past it
Now my dick is cravin’ a dead carcass
So I ain’t wastin’ a minute, waitin’ to wreck targets
I had your lyrics for dinner, ate ‘em and then sharted
Now they’re in the crack, like the bitter taste of your meth shard is
My rep’s tarnished from drunken anus and rape jokes
What a pity, don’t you understand? That’s my aim, though
I have a lust for the stuff that’s rancid and stays gross
I ain’t no rapper, I’m just a banter with great flows
Lame blokes fuckin’ hate it lately that I’m so happy
Sayin’ that I’m just a fake and blatantly have a go at me
Make that dumb mistake, it makes me sick and so snappy
I might have to suffocate your baby with its own nappy