[Intro: Chopper (Eric Bana), Neville (Vince Colosimo), Nick (Robert Rabiah)]

What are ya countin' for? Take it easy!

18, 19, 20

What the fuck are you doing, mate?

Jesus Christ, relax, he's not your enemy!

Well, he fucken is now, isn't it?

[Verse 1: Necro]

Rugged like Pentridge Prison where Chopper was thuggin'

Inflicting ventrical incisions on inmates

With cool blades, homemade scissors

I'll teach you how to shoot friends and influence people

Happiness is a warm gun, my nine represents evil

The most feared underworld executioner

Stab you in the neck, it's a gruesome conclusion for ya

A bloody nuisance and need a transfusion for ya

Mass confusion I'll blurt if you ask [?]

Study this you're in a pool of blood like piss

Dying, you slept on me, you forgot what thug life is

Reading the crime memoirs candidly confessing to murder, arson, and torture

Might gladly teach you a lesson

A head hunter, leaving you cunts dead if you front

With a sawed off double barrel shotgun lead thumper

If I fall, I get up holding a gat, baby

The opera ain't over 'til someone shoots the fuckin' fat lady

[Hook: Chopper Read]

Get in, do it, and get out blood free

Walk up, bang, bang, step back quick

When the blood hits the floor, I'm six feet away

Hit 'em hard, hit 'em fast, and get out quick

Get in, do it, and get out blood free

Walk up, bang, bang, step back quick

When the blood hits the floor, I'm six feet away

Hit 'em hard, hit 'em fast, and get out quick

[Necro]

You're not thinking clear, motherfucker, you're stinking of fear

You get chopped in the head or fucking shot dead while drinking beer

Don't give a fuck if there's a lot of you

Bust a shot at you, I got at you

Paid heaps to have motherfuckers body you

I'm popular, for poppin' shit off

Probably gettin' pissed off

And punching you in the face properly

Possibly, my enemies thought I got shot

But I'm walking around physically intact, and you're not

I got a bullet with your name on it

I don't see you dodgin' it

Unless somehow you get your brain armored

You get whacked in this chess game, death game

Pawns, rooks, knights, bishops, crooks

Stick up through your chest frame

You dumb fags, I like to fuck you dumb hags

I like to laugh, drink, bet, and shoot scumbags

I'm just a regular bloke goin' for broke

At your jugular throat, bang it up, the blood makes you choke

[Hook]

[Outro: Chopper Read]

"I used to sell 'em their left leg

I used to say give me some money or ya see ya left leg

That leg belongs to me I'll take it with me when I'm going

Then I said if you want that left leg this is what it's gonna cost ya

Ya know, and I'll pull out a gun...... and aim at their kneecap"