yo this joint right here is dedicated to all the motherfuckers who fell off and the motherfuckers whos about to fall off it s uh mr if the if the city had a turn the bass up till the place jump and the window shatter miss me with the banter my man i been a factor the benefactor with ink your man s the missing chapter phizzle this a banger illy let s get it cracking twist the fabric of time with a rhyme my style is systematic i scribble something so ill you wish that you didnt catch it twist a fat one and sprinkle this here with a little magic when you and your friends rhyme it s bedtime i m snoring whether or not i headline yes im supporting flavour drip through the speaker when im recording if charismas a disease i could be dead by the morning my man we are the entire fuck out here lights up ryan s up fire up the sound gear been accused of the recklessness but i dont dispute the evidence i just reload the clip and shoot the messenger hey it s that bloke from the waters edge one stroke gets your daughter wet you re getting served like you havent ordered yet i score a rep by putting verses in the morgue till my services are more sought after than a whores im getting plenty buddy how you getting yours im getting paid the pen and page add a little more we smack a stage till it needs to be restored and i do this shit because i love it not because im bored moved away from beauy but its pumping through my heart now i represent the frankston line and going fucking hard aiming for the stars been rolling from the start now im sharing tracks with motherfuckers holding golden plaques braithwaite steeze wild animal mentality and haters getting mad at rappers doubling their salary theyre talking shit i aint hearing what they telling me the colour that they seeing s greener than a stick of celery celery yeah introductions aside you askin who am i im the owner of a gallery your tour guide and you can leave with stained shirts cause tryna understand how my brain works is suicide i got a beautiful mind covered in sewer slime and if you look a little closer theres a clue inside to get past the putrid grime like few have tried then you could possibly ruin your eyes am i crazy you decide all i know is my rhymes are so pimped that i write them in a suit and tie im superman flying through the sky but you guys wouldnt recognise a hero in a new disguise lifes like shooting the dice or gambling but you just rambling standing with your hand on the mic i aint battling an amateur get your calibre right ill leave you pussies afraid like youre hannibals wife  check the floodgates that door needs closing shut theyre like a fuckface in porn scenes i know they suck put em on parole so they can walk free to go get fucked get your own style cause y all seem to be clones of us with no character boring stoner cunts its so embarrassing its like the portuguese showing up the spanish with brazil the whole east is owned by us i have em crashing at will like torpedoes blowing up hit the battleship and all fleets that floated sunk quicker than a cattle whip on raw meat drove to cuts the prodigal son since fourteen token bud still tropical sun with tall trees and coconuts my art sells for peanuts like poor street folk that busk the cartel team bust with more heat than smoking guns one of the finest if you fought me you only just survived if youre irish four leaf clover luck uh if you were gifted then it must have been a lump of coal but still youre full of yourself like one of them russian dolls if youre shooting for the top you should adjust the goals if i walked a mile in your shoes it would crush my soul saw you live who would pay though to book yah if you tried to get some girls there then they overlooked yah men men men like that lame show with kutcher total sausage fest like a trade show for butchers uh this is adelaide talking im an animal coursing through my preys natural habitat stalking just hungry if theres beef then im jabbing my fork in at the mere fuckin mention of a battle they walking and if not then they got more than your standard death wish weird most of them are sweeter than a candy necklace always got something left to write like i was ambidextrous and if my musics declined how come my fans accept it chopping up with blunt papes rocking with a verse hopping off the runway dropping in a vert either way im rolling optimal at worst you aint seeing me unless you got binoculars at work but dont get mad about it be a man about it chin up it s brand spanking steeze hand back the hand me downers swap those rhymes and swallow pride they still paying dues off em on borrowed time and cue my flows monsoon shit you pals dog food barking up the wrong eucalypt six shooters grip mics we see red and blast like a hoover crip higher than thread counts on your goose down dooners bitch it s big kahuna shit and i aint heard of you small fries in big towns man up or sit down mercenary spits hired guns on the disc bound to kill by the contract and keep 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