[Verse 1: Yorgs]
Yeah, uh
Yeah
Yo, there's no goin' ahead at someone, no, you ain't a friend of mine
You couldn't rep a [?] or rupple feathers in a feather fight
So, let me set the line right, straight for the wreckage
If you want to be a mate, then, mate, you gotta be a legend
Take a look at that, Jezza, Rui then me
Plus, C on the beat, yo, one that you'll see
See, this scene is horrendous slash [?] all the [?]
[?] a lot of foreign tours, standin' all-night [?]
[?] with the [?] tail a mate and the titties
[?] nailed till the last innings
[?] then it's to the local pokie palace
With a presence so cherished, making Santa Claus jealous
Don't ban these dope fellas from the [?]
I don't want your life story unless it comes with [?]
I've gotten older, now you're boring 'cause you've wasted all my time
I don't mean to be mean, you just ain't a friend of mine, nah
[Turntablism: DJ Rude]
"Foes that want to make sure my casket's closed"
"Slicker than Rick" "What type of facts are those?"
"I strike men quicker than lightning"
"I'm here to make you scream" "I hate them"
"Foes that want to make sure my casket's closed"
"Slicker than Rick" "What type of facts are those?"
"I strike men quicker than lightning"
"I'm here to make you scream" "I hate them"
[Verse 2: J Stark]
Yo, they ask where I've been, easy, with the same team
BBS, reach to my crew if you wanna get a Jez
Same friends, upgraded from Toohey's red, treat dregs like greasing
And off their head in ways you couldn't comprehend
We easy on the ice, chickies come and take a ride
What you heard the Bowie [?] bitches on our bike
But please, we're drivin' work cars man
AKA Commodore wags and shitty Ford vans for all of you slags
Shouldn't have to mention, I share drinks with legends
Cemented by professions, number one, you cash your pensions
Hang with the same crew I knew before my first week
The [?] that made you still stand [?] day two
Locations changed but we stand like a united front
Stumble into pubs very loud and acting kind of drunk
So make 'em [?] and others put a ring on it
They got the [?] like it's [?]
[Turntablism: DJ Rude]
"Foes that want to make sure my casket's closed"
"Slicker than Rick" "What type of facts are those?"
"I strike men quicker than lightning"
"I'm here to make you scream" "I hate them"
"Foes that want to make sure my casket's closed"
"Slicker than Rick" "What type of facts are those?"
"I strike men quicker than lightning"
"I'm here to make you scream" "I hate them"
[Verse 3: Rare]
I ain't gonna lend any of mine so get your own son
This is my bone so go and fetch your own one
I got friends for days, it's inevitable mate
Like a real estate [?] makin' your pay [?]
Straight from your wage and you're hatin' these days
Get you lost in a maze 'cause you're soft in the brain
So don't leech off my stroke and think that you're all in it
'Cause you ain't nothing bro, you've only been here for a minute
Like the beer in my glass, man, you ain't gonna last
When you hear us ride and you fear us like the dark
My crew's real tight, yeah! Tighter than fish slips
A slippery rock like a soy to fucking dim sim
You really thought you'd run shit, before you're just a dumb kid
I'll play you like a drum kit and burn you like a [?]
And turn you into Clum's bitch and learn that you are done with
I ain't gonna stop till I'm the bookie's number one tip
[Turntablism: DJ Rude]
"Foes that want to make sure my casket's closed"
"Slicker than Rick" "What type of facts are those?"
"I strike men quicker than lightning"
"I'm here to make you scream" "I hate them"
"Foes that want to make sure my casket's closed"
"Slicker than Rick" "What type of facts are those?"
"I strike men quicker than lightning"
"I'm here to make you scream" "I hate them"
