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ROUND 1
[Verse 1: Wombat]
Yeah
What's that, it's a wombat
Yeah
I don't think that Wrighty's sick
Nah cuz I think Wrighty's shit
Why do all these grime emcees wanna ride his dick?
I bet the salmon swami ride his shit
You ain't grime, you're a liar
You retire quick, your dreams over, it's time to quit
You heard them bars and you mind had recited them
I bet you'd like to bite my shit
You wanna claim I'm a crackhead?
You'll get popped like a blackhead
Bat's got bars that could take them back when
Sprayed him like I'm aiming with a Magnum
Face it I'm the favourite, they gon' rate it
Sprayed him like I'm aiming with a MAC-10
Stop claiming you match us
Shadow would smash it with an Australian accеnt
[Verse 2: Wrighty]
Just got in from Tokyo, rent for the year, that's 100K
Sеrviced apartment, staff all 'bout [?]
I just sit around scratching my balls, they do what I say
Taxi [?] right this way
K, how you living?
Tour sold out but the cash all missing
Half of it goes to Chill and your manager
Other half must be the shab you piffing
Lad you tripping
Can't tell if it's your life or cash that's a funnier joke
No money for soap, gross, living with mummy at home
[Verse 3: Wombat]
Stop acting hard, you ain't had beef
You grew up as rich kid but you wanna act street
His dad owns a rugby club
But the son was too fat to become an athlete
How you gonna catch me?
You're an old cunt, ain't nothing but a has-been
But he hasn't been shit, you're the epitome of a wack emcee
Fuck off
Oh, and you look like the Michelin Man
On insta I burned you with a freestyle
You 'bout to find out what happens when the Bat'll spit in advance
I don't think you're the man
What, you think you can win? I don't think that you can
Think you're in a bit of a jam
You're an old cunt, stop talking shit on the 'Gram, gramps
[Verse 4: Wrighty]
Nah, I ain't tryna hear a single fucking thing you say
You still live with your mum cunt, you sleep in a single bed
I ain't lying cunt I seen it, it was in your set
Right in the background, you filmed it, do you need your meds?
Evil trends, I start em, Arson, scars and bleeding heads
Fad force, end I part em, laughing, fuck em I don't need no friends
Brrrrt aye look out it's the coroner, said he agrees you're dead
Back in your hole dickhead, back in your whole dickhead
[Verse 4: Wombat]
He says I rap too fast, I'll slow this down for the idiot
The place that I come from ain't too lovely, that city is insidious
He grew up as a rich kid in Brisbane, what you think that he really is
You grew up as a rich kid in Brisbane, I think you're a little bitch
You don't wanna try 'cause I'd die for this rap shit
Why would you clash this?
That's like catching a ride hitchhiking with Ivan Milat
I'm driving him batshit
Kid so nice with the raps
I'm rewinding the track like I'm writing it backwards
Time and the practice
Got not time to relax, no time for your wack shit
[Verse 5: Wrighty]
You could never be in the league that I'm in
Heard L-Geez and you started rhyming
You sore Sam and I'm big boy real
And it broke your heart that you can't deny it
You look like Martin Bryant if he never got started firing
'Cause the gun jammed and he started crying
Cunt you should fuck off back to your retarded island
You're as Tassie as Tassie can be
Step mum's Jacqui Lambie
Every little dead shit from your dead shit town
It's all one big happy family
Yeah they're all related 'cause they fornicated
Dads love it, daughters hate it
In your town that's where all that fuckin' incest porn gets made in
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ROUND 2
[Verse 6: Wrighty]
Top boy spitter in the game, that's me
Me losing to you? that's eh
[?], with a main, that's me
Fuck about your crew that's nah
[?], nah
You having a shower this week, that's nah
Fuck off
You thought you'd get under my skin
Just by saying I'm fat, you wrong
Tokyo, I'm am the Gyoza King, aka the katsu don
Fat boy, bust out my shirt when I beast up
I put that in my own song
Crack your skull, make me a bowl
That's where you get wombat stew from
[Verse 7: Wombat]
Uh
You're a fat dickhead, you're a fat cunt, yeah you're a fat dickhead
You're a fat dickhead, you're a fat cunt, yeah you're a fat dickhead
You're a fat dickhead, you're a fat cunt, yeah you're a fat dickhead
You're a fat dickhead, you're a fat cunt, yeah you're a fat dickhead
I'm blasting off
You ain't grime, you a laughing stock
I do grime til the casket drops 'cause my heart stopped
You do grime and it's hard to watch
I'm blasting off
You no grime, you a laughing stock
I do grime til the casket drops 'cause my heart stopped
You do grime and all of your bars just flop
[Verse 8: Wrighty]
Oh you're working on a track with Spyro? Oh you're hopping on a beat with Devlin
Thought I'd care? Don't know why though
You're just a gronk with a speech impediment
Rack up kills, keep on leveling
Emcees what I eat for medicine
You can't even speak in general, how you gonna compete with a veteran?
Just a minute, I'm about to put a lesson in it
Watch me bless em in it
You should steer clear of big words
Especially if they got some S's in it
I said just a minute, I'm about to put a lesson in it
Watch me bless em in it
You should steer clear of big words
Especially if they got some S's in it
[Verse 9: Wombat]
I bet that you're jealous
You can't deal with the fact that you never made it
Say it, vent for the fellas, I bet you were jealous
Yeah yeah yeah yeah I bet you were jealous
I bet that you're jealous
You can't deal with the fact that you never made it
Say it, admit it, you're fucking shit
Yeah?
Okay back to my filler bars
Imma kill him with a bit of class
I might snap like spinning winnies in the yard
I'm Spanian pimp slapping your shitty ass
Back to my filler bars
Imma kill him with a bit of class
I might snap like spinning winnies in the yard
I'm Spanian pimp slapping your shitty ass
[Verse 10: Wrighty]
Right now compared to me on insta
You've got thirty one times more follows
So when the video's up
You should get thirty one times more comments
But if you don't then I suppose that it means you got bodied
Fuckin' got him
What's up Wombat, you look worried?
You wanna bring Mitchos up? [?] last month
Sent him a message, cunt didn't reply
Nah he didn't say shit, not once
Now you wanna act tough, here's one for the record
[?] came to your show when you were in Sydney
You got scared and you sent out the seccy's
[Verse 11: Wombat]
Who flows better? You know better
Bruz you no Judo specialist, more like sumo wrestler
You won't get it done
Oh yeah you were sitting on that shit diss track for about five months
But didn't drop it, bitch cunt you're jealous ha
Like why'd you try level us?
You're like 20-uh-you're like 45, you're already done
Fuck off, You're a fat dickhead
You're a fat cunt, yeah you're a fat dickhead
You're a fat cunt, yeah you're a wack cunt
Yeah wack cunt, you're a fat dickhead
Come everybody sing it from home
You're a fat dickhead, you're a fat cunt
You're a fat cunt, yeah you're a fat dickhead
[Verse 12: Wrighty]
Been buff on my shit for your ears
And you act like you don't know those lyrics
I heard he beat down syndrome
Shit was a photo-finish
[?] risk it all
Man psychosis, fits galore
Dumb cunt you're already know that you lost
'Cause you seen it in your crystal ball
Sister porn, that's what you grew up on
Father's day, they all get their fuck on
When I met your [?] family fuck em
Tough online but in real life you've got nothing
Wanna act hard but you got no balls, you tuck em
Fuck, cut your bluffing
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ROUND 3
[Verse 13: Wombat]
Yeah yeah yeah
That repetition was spastic
You're still the definition of average
Who the heck you figure you'd clash on?
Only doing this to get up a bit of practice, that's it
I could bury em with the adlib
Clash him, hack him, bury him with the hatchet
It would be better if you was active
And if I'm new school, why picking on the fat kid?
I've got a track with Devlin
And I'm working on a track with Spyro
See I'm working on a track with actual legends
You're just working on the track with-
-Um yeah, oh right, that's right, no one likes your rhymes bro
Wait, did I rap too fast? Did you catch that? 'cause I know you're quite slow
I'll outshine this bloke with my eyes closed
[Verse 14: Wrighty]
[?]
What my weight or my age is
See I come from the ether son, yeah I've been around for ages
Brain so big I could've gone Yale, could've gone Azad
I got the richter scale, I will spin you in a different langauge
Different language
Means I never bump your shit
[?] fuck boy little Wombat, I don't like you one bit
[?] get off the piff
You coul-[?] quit
You got spun, that's it
Headshot, bodybag, toe-tagged, zipped
[Verse 15: Wombat]
Yeah, I'm ending a fake cunt
You're in danger if you're thinking you're safe
You're a lame ass gay cunt, get back in your lane
You wanna clash me for the fame
But even your day ones think that I'll blaze ya
Make your best mate turn to a traitor
I don't even rate ya 'cause I'm doing you a favour
Darth Vader with a saber
Fat prick, you getting pissed off
You ain't ever drop a hit song
Now you wanna talk shit about Mitchos?
Back down like a little bitch when it kicks off?
We get the gist of it, big boy gang
Cuz I've got more links than a BitTorrent
Yeah
And when I heard you spit, within a minute I got sick of it
[Verse 16: Wrighty]
Try to say no to drugs
'Cause cunts say yes to them
Hide in a cave for three whole days
Jesus Christ I'm Bethlehem
Wombat's back better know, brand new meth addiction
Got no stab you just rap real fast
Like that's not hard, [?]
[?]
I just rhyme for the sake of it, aye
But I'm lying [?]
Lotta guys who apologise when I chase em away
Maybe I should've stayed in a drain
Maybe I could've made with a K
Maybe they would've stayed if I gave them a daily retainer
And a little wage
[Verse 17: Wombat]
How'd he use the internet? Wanna say that I'm on the shit?
You look like Uncle Fester fucked up if he hit the meth
And stayed up four nights watching all my clique's like a chick obsessed
As he drips the sweat
To think this vet's getting disrespected
Pissed I'll wreck, this cunt's getting ripped to shreds
My flow's mine 'cause the head
But I ain't even trying my best
Just let the pen slide and it's writing the rest
Cunt, I ain't ever piped on the meth
Bruz, I've been the best grime emcee for the last three years
But they show no signs of respect and I'm the cunt that brings hype to events
You ain't gon' take my shine, you're a pest
[Verse 18: Wombat]
Um
Which fuckwit taught Wrighty how to use the internet?
Wanna say that I'm on the shit?
He look like Uncle Fester fucked up if he hit the meth
And stayed up four nights watching all my clique's like a chick obsessed
As he drips the sweat
To think this vet's getting disrespected
Pissed I'll wreck, this cunt's getting ripped to shreds
My flow's mine 'cause the head
But I ain't even trying my best
Just let the pen slide and it's writing the rest
Cunt, I ain't ever piped on the meth
Bruz, I've been the best grime emcee for the last three years
But they show no signs of respect and I'm the cunt that brings hype to events
You ain't gon' take my shine, you're a pest
[Verse 19: Wrighty]
Been buff on my shit for your ears
And you act like you don't know those lyrics
I heard he beat down syndrome
Shit was a photo-finish
[?] risk it all
Man psychosis, fits galore
Dumb cunt you're already know that you lost
'Cause you seen it in your crystal ball
Sister porn, that's what you grew up on
Father's day, you get your suck on
You wanted to have a go at my wife then right-o cunt
Your family? fuck em
Mate you ain't got no balls, you tuck em
Tough online real life - nothing
Nah you're bluffing [?]
[Outro: Wombat]
Yeha you spat that verse already
So yeah
