[Verse 1: Brad Strut]
Space to move to a place to soothe sorrow
Breaks the news, pay the dues, bruised and borrowed
New shows, Apollo Creed, bleed then follow
Deep seeded hollow geeks, need to swallow
Each heed the motto, get yours
I drive in the sun for fun thirty five degrees screaming "Yes y'all"
I'm a feral Pitbull, you're a pet Chihuahua
In effect you're getting stepped on
And I bet you aren't a respected partner spreading the vengeance farthеr
And my henchmen harbour an appetitе for letting tension start up
I rep the hard luck stories for suburbanites
Ignore me at your peril just to make sure that you heard us right
We hurt the mic, leave it wishing it was metal scrap
Put it in, the player roll a number and just settle back
Your men'll crack quite openly, it's a public shame
Vocally the one to blame Brad up in your local's brains
I make it internash', around me they be spitting trash
A bounty on these heads for being bred and ever hitting tracks
This isn't lax, it be unrelentless, I'm not the one to vex with
I tie you down and bomb ya scone with textas
I'm never on the guest list, I sport a clenched fist
And no defence is strong enough to ever fucking end this
I blend spits with the sound of tremors
My men's clique got some rowdy members
Bounty collectors
[Chorus]
The Bounty Hunters
The down and unders
The sound of thunders
Lightning cracks the ground shudders
The Bounty Hunters
The down and unders
The sound of thunders
Biting acts stacked in council dumpsters
The Bounty Hunters
We keep the head though so we can get dough
Cranium taken from the neck slow
The Bounty Hunters, we count in numbers
The sound of thunder is now among us
The Bounty Hunters
[Verse 2: Bob Balans]
On some assassin shit from in the shadows, hidden
Deliver a massive hit before I vanish split
Doesn't have to be glitzy, kill em efficient
Then like a gypsy, hit up a different city
On business trips, left em a little bit
Dizzy like pistol whips
The only fingerprints were on studio sessions, future investments
Quick like disarming live nuclear weapons
Planned missions and I be missing if the kids didn't
Back then at midnight for the cost of equipment
Breaking off the tooth of the adder
In a rubick like ladder, a musical, fools chatter
A roof for your cap was shot skywards
It is rocket science, popping the sockets of your iris
And while you're blinded, the voice is clear
Try to stare, where is it, here or there?
I hold you by the hair while Strut decapitates you from ear to ear
And Trem disposes of the bodies like mass graves in Kampuchea
Ripping up your amphitheatre
Before I slip back into the night atmosphere
[Chorus]
The Bounty Hunters
The down and unders
The sound of thunders
Lightning cracks the ground shudders
The Bounty Hunters
The down and unders
The sound of thunders
Biting acts stacked in council dumpsters
The Bounty Hunters
We keep the head though so we can get dough
Cranium taken from the neck slow
The Bounty Hunters, we count in numbers
The sound of thunder is now among us
The Bounty Hunters
[Verse 3: Trem]
Check it out
Yo
Yo
I got this marks heart set in my sight scopes
Yet another dumb fuck groping the mic, minus the tight quotes
Biters choke and you turning purple
You should've learned how to crawl with that drawl before you word hurdle
This sorta text is best left for the experts
The bars are heavy and the tense set of reps hurt
My net worth is well more than you grossing
Ya only rep's the one you talk up in the forums you post in
But this is real life, steel knife, jagged edge
Rap with ragged dreg, snack selling maggot eggs
Gat strapping habit, head rack felon thug sorts
Violent by designers live and dying for these bloodsports
A tug of war that's cut throat and lawless
As drug lords that smug coke and dust over borders
And stateliness take mines at any cost, the state of mind
Trem tailor rhymes that tear like perforated lines
I cater mines to the haters and the jaded kinds
Caught up in the glory days of '86 to '89
Or '91 till Lamont's poor and dangerous prime
Before the majors came and raped us of this place and time
We here to claim back the shit like it was never lost
And terrorise your block without the anthrax in the letterbox
I'm penning plots to eradicate you worthless pests
And murder sets with words fluent as a cursive text
[Chorus]
The Bounty Hunters
The down and unders
The sound of thunders
Lightning cracks the ground shudders
The Bounty Hunters
The down and unders
The sound of thunders
Biting acts stacked in council dumpsters
The Bounty Hunters
We keep the head though so we can get dough
Cranium taken from the neck slow
The Bounty Hunters, we count in numbers
The sound of thunder is now among us
The Bounty Hunters
