[Intro]
Big ups to Wombat for the tag. I’m just gonna have some fun with this one. Oi
[Verse]
What the fuck happened to the rhyme scene?
Everybody’s yappin’ on their IG
Livestreams, ice fiend, rappers in their tight jeans
Guess it’s all about the fashion and the right memes
All about battin’ for the right team
Full of backstabbers all clashin’ for a pipe dream
The only thing that matters is their likes keep rising
Now I’m ‘bout to catch ‘em in my high beams
If the price seems right to them
They might pretend to likе their friends
They tеnd to fight behind the lens
Intensified [?] again
It’s a damn shame, everybody got a campaign
And a brand name that expands when there’s fans gained
But you better stay out this man’s lane
‘Cause I don’t give a damn, stick your damn Instagram fame
Up your fuckin’ arse and shit it out, half the shit that’s out
Is arse, I don’t ask what it about
I just fuckin’ laugh and give it doubt
Brah, your missus shouts my bars when you start to lick her out
This is how kings move
I don’t need to include everything you think true kings do
All I know’s when I do a show
I can sell it out on my own, I don’t need to bring crew
You got a bunch of money and some bling, true
What are those, fuckin’ alligator skin shoes?
You lookin’ at the happiness it flings you
I look at the damage: the addicts that you sling to
Fuck that; you wanna know a fun fact?
Fans only pump your dumb tracks ‘cause the drums slap
You just wanna see your funds stack
I wish God would take you shitty cunts and give us Huntz back
Deaf people wouldn’t want to hear you punks rap
Cumrag cunts, little sluts, little scum rats
I be lookin’ at these rappers like a yum snack
Just had lunch now tell me: where the crumbs at?
Hypnotic bars, split Oz in half
Kids wanna beef, chicks wanna barf
Dishonour me? Shit, what a laugh
[?] gonna need quick bodyguards
You ain’t gonna throw hands
You’re all so Xannied out, you’re embarassin’ your own fans
Think you’re larrikins that go ham
But it’s apparent that you’re so damn arrogant with no chance
Choke slammed by a rapper much better
Better pack it up, maggot, you ain’t matchin’ up ever
You’ll just do it till you have enough cheddar in your flashy little
Jacket or sweater, pro'bly rackin’ up keta'
We never let a little loser in the culture
So the truth is you’re a vulture if I’m choosin’ to assault ya
I don’t care if you’re younger, no excuses if you’re older
You’re stupid, you’ve just given a bazooka to a soldier
I do it for the kids that are dismissed
Who the system insists are some big risks
For the sister who sits with some slit wrists
For the listener who pitches, that shit’s fixed
You just do it for the pricks that dismiss this
You just do it for the bitches with big tits
For the listener who strips for some dick pics
Sick pricks tryna get rich off some quick clicks
I ain’t tryna start turf beef or war
Whether you’re West or South, lurk East or North
What hurts me’s when cunts discuss the best
They’re kinda like “Fuck the West”; the Perth scene’s ignored
I know I sound nauseously negative but
Raps a sport and sport is competitive
Wanna see my city rise more than it ever did
So everyone remembers we’re a force to be reckoned with
Big ups to Wombat for the tag. I’m just gonna have some fun with this one. Oi
[Verse]
What the fuck happened to the rhyme scene?
Everybody’s yappin’ on their IG
Livestreams, ice fiend, rappers in their tight jeans
Guess it’s all about the fashion and the right memes
All about battin’ for the right team
Full of backstabbers all clashin’ for a pipe dream
The only thing that matters is their likes keep rising
Now I’m ‘bout to catch ‘em in my high beams
If the price seems right to them
They might pretend to likе their friends
They tеnd to fight behind the lens
Intensified [?] again
It’s a damn shame, everybody got a campaign
And a brand name that expands when there’s fans gained
But you better stay out this man’s lane
‘Cause I don’t give a damn, stick your damn Instagram fame
Up your fuckin’ arse and shit it out, half the shit that’s out
Is arse, I don’t ask what it about
I just fuckin’ laugh and give it doubt
Brah, your missus shouts my bars when you start to lick her out
This is how kings move
I don’t need to include everything you think true kings do
All I know’s when I do a show
I can sell it out on my own, I don’t need to bring crew
You got a bunch of money and some bling, true
What are those, fuckin’ alligator skin shoes?
You lookin’ at the happiness it flings you
I look at the damage: the addicts that you sling to
Fuck that; you wanna know a fun fact?
Fans only pump your dumb tracks ‘cause the drums slap
You just wanna see your funds stack
I wish God would take you shitty cunts and give us Huntz back
Deaf people wouldn’t want to hear you punks rap
Cumrag cunts, little sluts, little scum rats
I be lookin’ at these rappers like a yum snack
Just had lunch now tell me: where the crumbs at?
Hypnotic bars, split Oz in half
Kids wanna beef, chicks wanna barf
Dishonour me? Shit, what a laugh
[?] gonna need quick bodyguards
You ain’t gonna throw hands
You’re all so Xannied out, you’re embarassin’ your own fans
Think you’re larrikins that go ham
But it’s apparent that you’re so damn arrogant with no chance
Choke slammed by a rapper much better
Better pack it up, maggot, you ain’t matchin’ up ever
You’ll just do it till you have enough cheddar in your flashy little
Jacket or sweater, pro'bly rackin’ up keta'
We never let a little loser in the culture
So the truth is you’re a vulture if I’m choosin’ to assault ya
I don’t care if you’re younger, no excuses if you’re older
You’re stupid, you’ve just given a bazooka to a soldier
I do it for the kids that are dismissed
Who the system insists are some big risks
For the sister who sits with some slit wrists
For the listener who pitches, that shit’s fixed
You just do it for the pricks that dismiss this
You just do it for the bitches with big tits
For the listener who strips for some dick pics
Sick pricks tryna get rich off some quick clicks
I ain’t tryna start turf beef or war
Whether you’re West or South, lurk East or North
What hurts me’s when cunts discuss the best
They’re kinda like “Fuck the West”; the Perth scene’s ignored
I know I sound nauseously negative but
Raps a sport and sport is competitive
Wanna see my city rise more than it ever did
So everyone remembers we’re a force to be reckoned with
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