[Verse]

(One, two, three, go!)

This is the shit that the haunted recite

Four men are formin' to fight

You're gonna die like a fish outta water, I pick out an orca

To slaughter and order some fries

Bored of your hype, bored of your life

It’s time that I saw me a psych

No wonder you're sweatin', I’m settin' the sauna alight

When I’m pressin' record on a mic, Lord of the Flies

You got some rocks in your head

If you honestly think your concoctions'll spread

Think of my enemies, lots of 'em fled

Think of my enemy’s, lots of 'em dead

Oxygen levels are lost in the drops

Of the treble so often I’m watchin' 'em beg

"What’s in the box?" "In the box?"

"What’s in the box?" "A hostage's leg"

If rap's dead then I guess I’m a zombie

You gon' leave in a mess if you compete

It's Complete, I suggest that you gronks

Show respect to the don, 'cause I'm destined to bomb beats

I’m on heat, who’s next for a long sleep?

Promptly you’ve pestered the wrong freak

Want beef? You’ll be necked in a song

Left in a pond, connected to concrete

'Cause I’m quite natural

I remember I rhymed at school

I was grade six when I made this

And I placed it inside of a time capsule

What I write is defined actual

What you write, I don’t find factual

You ain't shit but a fake bitch, fuck a pay slip

I’m excited to find shrapnel

Everybody better know I’m Jesus

You make a track and they hope I featured

I flow tight and my future is so bright

So bright it could give a strobe light seizures

Don’t mind me, miss, I just want to blow my speakers

Tryna give these hoes high fevers

Won’t find peace with a bloke like me, 'cause

I choked my meat till I broke my penis

Even though it is so tiny

Just to blow my seed gotta go buy tweezers

Don’t try beef or your throat might bleed

'Cause I know Tai-Chi and I don’t like divas

What you gonna try do

When I ride through with a knife, two Nike shoes

Five tubes of the right lube and a haiku

Whilst I try to fight you in the mic booth?

Guys who never tried blew (blue) like a Piru

But decide to rhyme rude for some nice views

Might lose with their eye bruised and mind screwed

My crew, you can find nude up on 9 News

Hip-hop, yeah, I got it reinvented

Properly instead of mockeries that wanna be beheaded

'Cause you're gonna need a medic like your gonorrhoea spreaded

If you ever wanna bother me or offer me a zenophen

And the second that you corner (Conor) me you're gonna be McGregored

It's like everybody wanna be the prodigies apprentice

But they'll never get a nod off me, a lot have been pathetic

So you better fuckin' honour me, you're honestly indebted, and I'm

[Chorus]

I'm haunted, I'm, I'm

I'm haunted, yeah, yeah

I'm haunted, I'm, I'm

I'm haunted, yeah, yeah