[Intro: 360 & PEZ]

Hey, PEZ, mate

I reckon it's safe to say you really don't know anyone mate

Nah, I know 'em mate, I know everyone mate

You, you actually, no, you don't know anyone

I've got a mate, I've got mates

I've got 'em, I've got my mates, don't you worry about that

You've got mates?

No I know 'em, I know 'em all

I've got lots of mates, I've got 'em

You don't have any mates? You don't know anyone, mate

I've got 'em

Nah, you don't know anyone, mate

You don't know me

Nah, you don't even know, you don't even know you!

I know a couple people...

[Verse 1: PEZ & 360]

Ha ha, PEZ, ayo

I gotta come clean, I'm such a drug fiend

You'll probably see me shooting up sunscreen with Mundine (30+)

I love speed, if there's lines I'm havin' ten dozen

I'm trying to keep my head buzzin' like Ben Cousins (Ice)

Yo, I went on a date with Scarlett Johansson

I brought Sixty along and then we asked for a tandem

(How about both of us?)

Nah, what I really did was ask her father for ransom

(Give me money or I'll shit in the spa bath at her mansion)

And it's true I slept with Jennifer Aniston (Friends)

The bitch is so skinny that it felt like having sex with a skeleton (Oh, come on, bones)

It's like I was lying there in bed with a mannequin

'Stead of layin' there, yo, I should have made her wear clothes

And pose, hoes love me 'cause I used to be on Star Wars

Yeah? What was your part called? I think his name was Darth Maul

And you should see me, I can take a piece of cardboard

And make it look exactly like it's Mark Waugh's passport (That's four runs)

This shit's an art form, shout-outs to Kylie Minogue

Last night, thanks for driving me home

I'm known for leavin' bodies out there turnin' in the cemetery

But last night's the first time I murdered a celebrity (I promise)

I killed MC Hammer, I need an alibi

He said "You can't touch this", I said "Fuck off, it's hammer time!"

I love to paraglide, that's why I'm paralysed

Shit, I tried to fly and hit the Channel 9 satellite (My bad)

But luckily I own every single section of the company (I do)

And nothing can be done to me (That's right)

I was just about ready to fire Eddie McGuire

But he paid me half a mil' and said he'd semi-retire (Lock it in, Eddie)

I'm so happy to say that way back in the day

I gave 2Pac a crew cut with a toothbrush (Nice and clean)

Yeah I'm a true thug (Yeah), the type of guy who can't cry

So I try to start fights down at Moomba (Ah!)

And Justin Timberlake, all your fuckin' shit is fake (That's right)

If I ever see that chump, I'm gonna punch him in his face (Ayy?)

And take him home and stuff in an oven till he bakes

So I can give him to his mother as a muffin or a cake (There you go)

[Interlude: 360 & PEZ]

Mate, you talk out of your fuckin' arse

More than anyone I've ever met

Mate, you don't even have fucking mates

Mate, I've got mates! I've got mates, mate

No, you don't

I already fucking told you!

I told you that last time! You're an arsehole, mate, I told you!

[Verse 2: 360]

I sell picture of celebrities, I'm all about the dollar bills

I caught Bob the Builder poppin' pills with Dr. Phil (Phil)

My folks say that I need to make an honest mil'

That's why I rob and steal, to get my pockets filled

(Give me your fuckin' money) Ayo, Pink was part of Linkin Park

Until they found out she wrote the song for Pick-a-Part

(Pick-a-Part, Pick-a-Part, Pick-a-Part, Pick-a-Part...)

I stay skipping class with Vanilla Ice

That's the only reason I can explain all of my ninja scars (Woop-ah)

I'm known to hang with lead singers like Keith Richards

I leave 'em grief stricken sellin' 'em my cheap pingers

I got caught by Chief Wiggum but they need a witness

'Cause all they got is Lisa Simpson and Peter Griffin (Mwah)

I had a face-off with Nicholas Cage

Scared him so bad he had to pick a different name

Started with Timothy, Dave, then Jimmy and Ray

Then turned bitch and he ended up with Imogen Bailey

(Who the fuck's that?)

I never share food and if they ask to give 'em a taste

I fold my napkin pleasantly and then I spit in their face

You should see what all the critics have claimed (Fuck you!)

They say I'm scammin' dudes and class me next to Christoper Skase (Cripple)

'Cause I'm blingin' and I say I work for minimum wage

But then I roll homeless people, screaming, "Gimme ya change, ya cunt!"

I played an extra with Ricky Gervais

And started stabbin' his back, and he stopped and said

"You havin' a laugh? Is he havin' a laugh?!"

I've got a plan to swap wives for Posh Spice

'Cause it's the only way I'll ever see the spotlight

If Beckham finds out, I'll say that she's not mine

And say I hate his missus, she ain't even in my top five (She's ugly, mate)

But then he sees us in a porno getting watched live

I had frostbite, that's the reason for my cock size (Whoop!)

I'm the type to watch chickens have a cock fight

You're the type to watch men have a cock fight (Mine's bigger)

I spent my last year chillin' down in Bondi

I'm so fucking good that I can clock time (What does that mean?)

Arrogance, I know that everybody wants mine

I'll go to a Nas show and I'll only throw the Roc sign

And I'm a straight G, since eighteen

I done been finna eating baked beans with Jay-Z

And Vince Vaughn might be six-four

Man, you think that shit's tall? Motherfucker, I'm an inch more

And last year, we were support acts for Tin Door

We came out wearin' all red, doing the Crip walk (Westside!)

And is your dick sore? (Why?) Because you piss poor

Only make money with keyboards, pressing Shift-four

[Outro: 360 & PEZ]

You ain't a dog

Mate, I told you, I know everyone, mate

You don't know, you made 'em up

Mate, I fucking know everyone

Mate, I know PEZ

Mate, I know, I fuckin', I know Forthwrite mate

You don't know anyone mate

You're a fucking liar

What are you talkin' about?

You're a fucking...ha ha

Forthwrite