Koala - Intellectual

[Intro - MiniCoop]

Fuck being musical we selling out now

(gun sounds)

Wheres my autotune at?

(more gun sounds)

(yeah shawty)

..thats better

[Verse 1 - MiniCoop]

We aussies and rapping on autotune

Sculling VB's what i oughta do

I'm holding them drugs in my holden

Can't afford me a ford that was portable

We stacking the Emus and Wallabys

Thats 50s and 100s you follow me?

We ballin' like AFL players

You know you're the shit when your cheque got apostrophes

You be getting high 420

We be getting pies four n twenty

Texting with your girl lord tempt me

We chill on these drinks more esky

My soul be blacker then vegemite

Got you acting bitter they said you might

Blinky Bill in this bitch and I'm killing this shit

On the grill and it's BBQ every night

Sausage in bread what i live for

If we out of sauce then go get more

My brand new ride is a kangaroo

I pull that shit right out the pet store

I act really shady around all the ladies

Because I'm a tradie (Fuck bitches)

Got a ute no mercedes I'm fanging it daily

My girl thinks I'm lazy (fuck dishes)

Koala koala koala

Fuck a panda, we koala

I act like a king when i come through

Mufasa mufasa mufasa

Burn City, Burn city

Find some bush weed to burn with me

I'm tearing the stage up in my footy blazer

That's something this shit up perfectly

[Chorus]

Fuck a panda, we koala, yeah

Yeah

[Verse 2 - Clue]

Not threatened when others be pulling a knife

On me thats not a knife, man I’m Dundee, (thats not a knife)

Drinking a Fosters, and grabbing a hat with the corks

To save me from the sun, geez

I’m taking the muscles and going to brussels

To hand out a vegemite sandwich, (land down under)

Then back in a moment, the flights not a problem

I’m flying with Aeroplane Jelly, (yeah)

I’m finding it hard to believe

I spit it and get them all raising their hands, (why?)

Its just cause i’m missing some teeth

Was raised in a house full of Collingwood fans

I’m drinking the nicest shit, (you mad?)

That $9 Aldi shit, (Goon Bag)

I’m bumming a ciggie or (two fags)

Keep losing my thongs (where my shoes at?)

Got the southern cross on my shoulder

(The original tattoo mate, well done)

Wheres the esky, needing a cold one

Crackerjack all these other bowlers

Sunburnt in the shape of my bluey, (fuck)

In the winter i’ll chuck on my hoodie, (yup)

Got the boys all around for the footy

Bringing the chips that they raided

At woollies, (fuck those new shapes)

What can i say man, i’m true blue

Kmart on my back, no Fubu

Drunk singing along till the ballad stops, (horses)

Hit the stores when we’re winning free paddle pops

Off to the barbie with alcohol

Running low so we head to the bottle-o

Kinda pissed now i’m tired of rapping

Can we drop to the hook, cunt i’m knackered (I’m fucked)

[Chorus]

Fuck a panda, we koala, yeah

Yeah