[Intro/Scratches: DJ Reflux]

"I see"

"Like this y'all", "Like this y'all"

"I see"

"Disappear, vamoose, you're wack to me"

"I see"

"Like this y'all", "Like this y'all"

"I see", "Like this y'all"

"Disappear, vamoose, you're wack to me"

[Verse 1: Hons]

Hons wanna earn my rockstar status

Earn my stripes at the bar for downin' Jäger till I'm hammered

The baddest, you know what bro? Now that the 'Oars down

[?] Golden Era take me outta poor town

You can find me at the Horse Fowl

At 4am with the FAC until we escorted out

I'm a monster on the mic, confident and tight

Next morning comes, hit rock-bottom and fright

See me jumpin' off the stage in a fresh pair of Nikes

To get caught in the crowd by Miller-Heidke

And these days, I'm eatin' up that single cake

And I should do pretty well if Sandilands making Bingle tapes

Man, I'm feelin great, joe-mighty-good

Like I found some nine-inch flippers with Elijah Wood

And Paul Hogan, I'll see you and that tax man

Next July when he's there tryna get his cash back

[Scratches: DJ Reflux & Trials]

"I see"

"You been jumpin' all around, everything in town"

"Vamoose, you're wack to me"

"I see"

"You been jumpin' all around, everything in town"

"Take them rhymes back to the factory"

"How do you know, how do you know, how do you kno-know"

"Disappear, vamoose, you're wack to me"

Said you been jumpin' all around town bumpin' your fists

So get loose or get gone, vamoose son of a bitch

[Verse 2: Trials]

I see, I see, it's been a while between LPs

The 'Oars is back and brought the bats into Belfry

Now tell me my brother, you rock them sunnies inside

Unless you hung the fuck over or your mother just died

The survey said "You're dead", certified brain cancer

Throwin' weed-seeds in potholes and rain-dancin'

Lampin', real life feelin' Richard Branson

In sandals, producers I has all your samples

They said you got a face a mother could love

Turns out that mother's yours, so motherfucker wassup?

Blood, weigh that shit, double-up it's wet and

The greedy weed-dealer cul-de-sac like a dead end

Get 'em, I love the rap facts findin' quotes

Into liner notes deeper than the gyno goes

Kinda dope won't do

They either actin' like they know it or I'm actin' like I don't know you

[Scratches: DJ Reflux & Trials]

"I see"

"You been jumpin' all around, everything in town"

"Vamoose, you're wack to me"

"I see"

"You been jumpin' all around, everything in town"

"Take them rhymes back to the factory"

"How do you know, how do you know, how do you kno-know"

"Disappear, vamoose, you're wack to me"

Said you been jumpin' all around town bumpin' your fists

So get loose or get gone, vamoose son of a bitch

[Verse 3: Sesta]

Yeah, just an under-achiever

Born leader? Never, I wouldn't get along with them either

Livin' la vida, broken, no, don't open the freezer

Got the head of a diva, leave it! She's mine when I need it

Heavy breather, so you better book in a cleaner

I put the "Fuk" in the "shima" but then I needed to leave her

I gotta live a little greener, watch the water get deeper

I'm holding aces while you Holden Barina, far weaker

Uh, wouldn't wanna be ya, eat a

Whole bowl of dick and dip it and leave 'em swimmin' in sangria

Jeeza, turnin' me in back to a believer

School-leaver (oooh!) this one's a fuckin' keeper

He's uh, speakin' in tongues, speaking of dumb

Let's pretend we get along, it's what he woulda done

What's the harm in it? We can all believe it at once

And get along, sing a song, drop a nuclear bomb

And vamoose

[Scratches: DJ Reflux]

"Like this y'all", "Like this y'all"

"I see"

"You been jumpin' all around, everything in town"

"Vamoose, you're wack to me"

"I see"

"You been jumpin' all around, everything in town"

"Take them rhymes back to the factory"

"How do you know, how do you know, how do you kno-know"

"Disappear, vamoose, you're wack to me"

"I see"

"Take them rhymes back to the factory"