Intro:

Yeah (Let’s go)

Well alright (Uh-huh, Uh-huh, Uh-huh, Uh-huh)

It’s time. A, A, B-C-D, E (Yeah) F-U

Okay (Good God)

Verse 1:

You keep on saying that you’re married to the game, but I blocked the aisle

While I’m digging down a grave, then I’ll drop a pile

Of faeces, after putting your body into the bottom

Then I’m vomiting on top of you just watch as I’ll

Own you, like I got the files

From an orphanage, and you’re their foster child

Kid, now you know I’m proper vial

And nothing but the very best in Melbourne, doggy-style

That’s hands down, if you disagree

Put us both up in a venue with a packed crowd

Then give us microphones, and try dissing me

You don’t really want to see how that pans out

I promise you that is an obstacle

You don’t have the potential to bar fight

It’s near impossible not even probable

Don’t even test me like rentals for car drives

You’ll (Vroom) Zoom, swerve

Crash in-to the, curb

No seat-belt, he fell, down flat on the road

Authorities asking “How fast did he go?”

(Sir) Well it’s more than likely

He tried and attempted for my speed

I gave him a warning and said that it might be

Dangerous, but try me

So he put his foot onto the pedal hand is on the wheel

He started pushing but he couldn’t understand on how it feels

Pretending being a driver without alerting a siren

And managing traveling 90 hours without a license

Because you’re too young, and you don’t own the gas, to last

Or barely even move past, a meter

I just had demeanor

June fifteen, twenty-eighteen

I saw you and your crew step in the building

Thinking you’re all sick

Acting so damn cocky

Well I guess you have small dicks

I know that’s coming from an Asian

That Chinese, Filopino

But at least my people

Don’t walk around with an ego

Get a dermatologist, to acknowledge this

I know that I’m under your skin

I’m a lyrical apocalypse, I got the doctors sick

In the sermon they sung out my hymns

When you were on your knees, and you we’re asking please

“Lord, I just want to rap so I can stack some cheese”

To a God, that we really don’t know exist

You were praying I was ticking boxes off my list, like

Writing the lines, check, recording the rhymes, next

Have it memorized, done, do it all live, fun

Set slayed, get paid, lady, exchange

Numbers, get laid, next day, let’s say

Bed shakes, one more time

She’s saying I’m the guy that humps too fine

Plus he grinds, like he learnt from Nyjah Huston

Defining ruthless, the silent truth is

There’s people staring

With a doubting face (A doubting face)

Until they see me

Slaughter on a stage

And it’s so strange it changed the way they

View of me and behave

Yeah you never talked about me

But now you have heaps to say, bitch

Chorus:

Take a closer look & understand

I tried to lift the world with broken hands

My weakened fingers caused my shattered bones

I beg you would have known

Outro:

Woo! (Woo!) Yeah! (Uh) Yep (Good God)

(Bitch) Okay, Go (Let’s go! Let’s go! Let’s go!)

Well alright, A (A) A (A) B-C-D (What) E, F-U