[Intro]

Boy, you think you’ve got it all figured out

Ayo

It’s Complete

TPW

Perth city, motherfucker

It’s like everyone seems to think

That I’m a problem

And you know what?

I fuckin’ agree

Yo, check it, oi

Psycho beats

[Verse 1]

Let’s get started, I’m incineratin’ the red carpet

So you best guard it or sit afraid with the next artist

I kinda feel like I’m in a race with some retardeds

I was gonna aim for the winner’s place, then I sped past it

Now my dick is cravin’ a dead carcass

So I ain’t wastin’ a minute, waitin’ to wreck targets

I had your lyrics for dinner, ate ‘em and then sharted

Now they’re in the crack, like the bitter taste of your meth shard is

My rep’s tarnished from drunken anus and rape jokes

What a pity, don’t you understand? That’s my aim, though

I have a lust for the stuff that’s rancid and stays gross

I ain’t no rapper, I’m just a banter with great flows

Lame blokes fuckin’ hate it lately that I’m so happy

Sayin’ that I’m just a fake and blatantly have a go at me

Make that dumb mistake, it makes me sick and so snappy

I might have to suffocate your baby with its own nappy

[Chorus]

“You’re a problem, man, you’re a problem”

I don’t give a fuck, you can say what you please

“You’re a problem, man, you’re a problem”

Why? ‘Cause I rap about rape and disease?

“You’re a problem, man, you’re a problem”

And I will be till the day I’m deceased

“You’re a problem, man, you’re a problem”

“You’re off chops and lost” The name is Complete

[Verse 2]

Unknown disgrace, I’m a mean cunt that’s overweight

Who only rapes junkies and teen mums that go to TAFE

My boner make their teeth numb, like Novocain

I hope it tastes gross, when they eat cum, my scrotum sprays

The protégé of the pneumonia case

Often coughin’ in the closest, most populated unopened space

I see my fuckin’ blunt smokin’ mates just tokin’ Js

While I’m drunk, shoulda spent this month sober, ay?

I’m supposed to say my life is enticin’ and nice

But really, I’m so indecisive, a crisis ignites

Why should I put this ricin inside of my rice?

And which side of this knife should I use to be slicin’ my psych in his

Right thigh twice for tryna supply his insightful advice?

Then find a type of timin’ device, so I can devise

A mighty, kind of precise plan to tighten this vice on his spine till he cries

Time it, then try to beat the time it provides

[Chorus]

“You’re a problem, man, you’re a problem”

I don’t give a fuck, you can say what you please

“You’re a problem, man, you’re a problem”

Why? ‘Cause I rap about rape and disease?

“You’re a problem, man, you’re a problem”

And I will be till the day I’m deceased

“You’re a problem, man, you’re a problem”

“You’re off chops and lost” The name is Complete

[Verse 3]

I’ll never land a date, so I plan to take

A bag of hand grenades to the ARIAs, then I’ll stand on stage

To thank the fans I’ve made, then rape Samantha Jade

And brand my name all over her cummy cunt till the ransom’s paid

Damn, I hate the stuff these other rapper pricks sing

Always actin’ stubborn, ‘cause we judge ‘em as a big thing

I’m thinking they can go and suck a faggot’s dick ring

I’m such a savage, I can make their fuckin’ nanna’s hips swing

Yeah, I got that paper in that bankizzle

My fuckin’ blingaling is makin’ all the skanks dribble

Nah, jokes, every payment that I have’s little

That explains why I’m layin’ naked with a fat cripple

Playin’ with a tapped nipple, speakin’ of tap

My dream is to fap to some peers from skat porn as I eat a kebab

I’d elaborate, but shit, I’m pissed, I believe it’s a wrap

Let’s leave it at that, Complete’s back, now the scene can react, like

[Chorus]

“You’re a problem, man, you’re a problem”

I don’t give a fuck, you can say what you please

“You’re a problem, man, you’re a problem”

Why? ‘Cause I rap about rape and disease?

“You’re a problem, man, you’re a problem”

And I will be till the day I’m deceased

“You’re a problem, man, you’re a problem”

“You’re off chops and lost” The name is Complete

[Bridge]

You might say I’m stupid and offensive

But I don’t make my music for your friendship

I just do what I do and I ain’t gonna stop, yeah!

If you hate me, I just hope your baby dies from cot death, cunt

[Outro]

I’m a problem, man, I’m a problem

I’m a problem, man, I’m a problem

I’m a problem, man, I’m a problem

I’m a problem, I’m a problem

I’m a problem, man, I’m a problem

I’m a problem, man, I’m a problem

I’m a problem, man, I’m a problem

I’m a problem, I’m a problem

I’m a problem, man, I’m a problem

I’m a problem…