[Intro: Sample]

Good night my friend

The silence coming down on me

The things you did, the words you said were not for me

And the road that I have to run (is so long)

Have no time to hang around (now so long)

[Verse 1: Sesta]

Find me around the last house to the left in the car

With a dark figure cigar and hard liquor

Harpinture bar spitter, [?]

You ain't up to par with this hard hitting bastard

Just after chart remains the basket-case

That can't remain with half these names

Just after failure

Park your frame in the corner with shame

You're looking like your bitch period late

Nice behaviour, duck tape and taser

My flavour, laughing at the deaths in the paper

You saviour, role model, preacher, teacher

Sendin’ motherfuckers to ether

I'm feeling like fuck this, fuck that, fuck him, fuck her

Fuck the beats, of course, fuck the world

Ay

I've got a bitch slap for everyone who want it

And this is the pure product

[Hook: Sesta (Sample)]

We the reason you quit, we the reason you spit

We the reason you ain't worth shit

Can't believe the thought or fact the oars

Are back, we the reason MC's leave peaceful

We the reason, we the reason

We the reason ('cause you ain't shit)

We the reason, we the reason

We the reason (your crew ain't shit)

(Your crew ain't shit, your crew ain't shit, your crew ain't)

(Do that-do that...do that-do that shit)

[Verse 2: Trials]

My porn slam, your fucking face of your fan

Like, give up that walkman, now walk man

Now you half-stepping in a mine field

Full of white rappers and past efforts of veterans ideals

There's no hiding, the odds of surviving

A drunk drive, ridin’, with five cunts piled in

Spin, hit the island, bright lights to walk

Toward the hospital ward where they lay silent

Guide lights to walk toward their lord

Driver escapes unscathed and walks from court

I'm from the place where they expect me to be an

Accessory to a foetal fashion accessory but fuck it

I'ma go against the grain, you know the name

I'm the picture of health stuck inside a broken frame

A funkoar, this don is binge drinking

On my buck's night, sticking bitches with my ring finger

[Hook: Sesta (Sample)]

We the reason you quit, we the reason you spit

We the reason you ain't worth shit

Can't believe the thought or fact the oars

Are back, we the reason MC's leave peaceful

We the reason, we the reason

We the reason ('cause you ain't shit)

We the reason, we the reason

We the reason (your crew ain't shit)

(Your crew ain't shit, your crew ain't shit, your crew ain't)

(Do that-do that...do that-do that shit)

[Verse 3: Hons]

We lost a battle, I’ll leave you face down in a dark alley

Looked into the eyes of death through a blood stained bally

I hack the women until the hatchet turns red

I won't let you die, I'll show you things worse than death

Ice pick to the knees, ya take out the two limbs

Til the ligaments trail out the back like loose shoe strings

And this is how we do things on a blood stained paper

This ain't Wes Craven, I'm the right hand of Satan

This ain't the mainstream, this some dirty backwater

We On top of the food chain, crowned the kings of this rap world

I think that ain't true, that's some funny shit

I only rock shows to find a pretty bitch to bump (?) with

On some scummy shit, brush the crumb from the shoulder

And use my nut to paint your girl's body like a whole car

Get them hands up, like David Blaine made them levitate

And make some noise for the 'Oars, Australian hip hop heavyweights

[Hook: Sesta (Sample)]

We the reason, we the reason

We the reason ('cause you ain't shit)

We the reason, we the reason

We the reason (your crew ain't shit)

(Your crew ain't shit, your crew ain't shit, your crew ain't)

(Do that-do that...do that-do that shit)