[Intro: Wombat]
Yeah, Wom-bat!
Let's get it
[Verse 1: Wombat]
Yeah
Rhymes are like a shotty, cock it back and get ya
The kick will have them spinning backwards doing capoeira
Break apart my bars and put them back together
Making rappers practice, doesn't matter, they're still wack as ever
Yeah, Rikodeine with antihistamines
I'm mixing up a potion like a lab professor
I'm not good at keeping secrets so I had to tell her
I'll demolish their whole discography with an acapella
Yeah, witness the omniscient God spitting on this
Likе watching a locksmith get out from prsion
I'm that mixture of John Wick with a bomb ticking
Mixed with Godzilla and King Kong, I'm a don with it
Yеah, all of my songs written in nonfiction
Stop tripping cause I get lost in, I've gone missing
Yeah, still they do not listen
Still, they do not listen
Yeah, chop up a mix and I spin it with White Ox
Go for a joy ride til the whip is a write-off
They're shivering cause I'm sick, I've been pissing them right off
I'm a monster like Kyle, put my fist through the dry wall
Cause when I listen to em spit, I get sick, I get tired of it
If it isn't reliable, been licking shots and I'm sipping on Fireball
I get so pissed, the whole room is finna spin like a vinyl
Bitch I get fried, just look at my eyeballs
[Verse 2: indigomerkaba]
Yeah, mull up a mix like I'm cutting my wrists
Stumbling and sick, munted and twisted, I'm chucking a fit
Buzzing from chucking stuff in my stuff, yeah the mud that I sip
I'm sick with it, dirty heroin flow, won't recover, I quit (Fuck that)
I got em hooked, they're coming back for more
I swing for defence with my back to the wall
Stand and brawl, never fall, I got my eyes on the prize
Fakes talk with a disguise but I can see through their lies, you fucking dickhead
Yeah, could cut the tension with a butter knife
Had to wake em from their slumber, the industry lost its fuckin mind
'Bat and I combined are the reminder of why
The skill of rhyme over shine, no recycling lines
I glide on the beat silky smooth, no flow can compare
Show no emotions to a opponents, so ferocious
Prepare, to be shocked right out your seat before the end of the track
But as soon 'Bat sent this shit, I had to send some shit back (Boom boom boom)
Argh, yeah rhymes fatter than Casey Donavon
My rhyme patterns are crazy, magnificentm, proper
Your rhyme patterns are lazy, novice, gronk and imposter
I shatter dreams like Jordan punishing motherfuckers
I'm gunning these motherfuckers with it (Fuck off)
A Tommy-Gun motherfucker, never stutter these motherfuckers
I've come for the top, gun me down, I'm son'ning these motherfuckers
Like Sunnah and A-Dot, we running this motherfucker
Hahaha
[Verse 3: DAMIAN ILLIC]
When it comes to this, we're as good as any
You're better off in your mum's cunt so just pull ya head in
No consent to get in her womb, she's refusing entry
Your two dimensional evolution is rudimentary
That's what you call getting under-belly's like you were Benji
Be humble, sit down like the hook by Kendrick
Have you cancelled cause even the way you look's offensive
Butcher words & steel bars, a chopper of books in Pentridge
Wombat is a Chainsaw, we're circular
We're about to go in, ring indigomerkaba
With the berserker bars, consider me working class
Who'll never give up, imma stick it out like a twerking ass
Rrrrgh, watch her hit the pole like em swerving cars
Losing control, now on foot patrol on a murderous path
Never a wrong step, I got sturdy calves
Necking a long neck like I merk giraffes
Oi Batski, I got your back like a Turtle shell
Everyone will get spun, fuck it, we'll spin the world as well
Know Nicki loves what he's witnessing from eternal realms
Rest in peace to our brother, rest of you burn in hell
