[Verse 1: Mr. Muscles]

(Muscles, yeah)

(Muscles)

I was like how, what about now

If you try dumbing it down, I'll send for the hounds

When I’m in doubt, aim for the head like a crown

They mess around, I got bars yeah, endless amount

And when I enter the house, I'll empty it out

I got a breath that's heavy and loud

Big bad wolf, I’m ready here now

I want my songs in every ear now, I had to put the beer down

Life's really weird now, I'm gonna rebound

They don't wanna reach out, hit 'em with the free foul

Hit 'em with the tea towel

I could write all night, we can just be found

Known for a beat-down, bulletproof decal

And if I didn't bleed out, where would I be now?

Where would I be now?

Where would I be now?

Muscles

Too hot when the crew's off

New spot, we get a move on

Too soft, we don’t do wrong

KB, we get our groove on

New songs are like two songs, sour diesel seems too strong

Pick the dude that you choose from

Usually it’s a moon rock, moon walk in my two socks

2 o'clock, I had two shots

Tryna find someone to mooch off, that wacky way takes too long

Top boy, chopping the bok choy

Callin’ the shots from the convoy, you got the wrong boy

Red like Concorde, fast like one-four-oh on board

There's art to the combo, way too raw

Came and I saw

Wavin' a sword, you're raised indoors

Yeah I’m outside grinding, gotta make sure they're making sauce

I got a flame exhaust

Yeah my pain's ignored, raise the claws

Aches and sores from the face of whores

Yeah

(Tornts, Posseshot, PSX)

[Verse 2: Tornts]

Up late when I scrawl paint

Fuck attention and fuck fame

Real life, no fake games

No comments here, just pure action

True assassin, methane

You just gassin', good and evil just mixed up like I'm Madagascan

Bitch arse, just ducked down like a gat clappin'

Uniform, black and red like it's backgammon

First name, no surname while they blabber up

Overlord like Jabba the Hutt

No amor, no love for cunts

Heinekens for them henchmens that slang muzz

S-Static, we hang up

My rhymes get that street love, you a peanut

Ay cuz, just Ds up

I get walked on like a cheap rug

You an e-thug with a phone plug

Murder one to a Peter Parker

Hate jacks like Ned Kelly, quick spliff out in Dromana

Claim a lot but they sing like Nellie

Rough seas, I zip the Helly

Know a lot, don't believe many

Taipans, they switch sides like a moving ferry (snake)

More the merrier, fuck no, that ain't it

Stick to myself and a chosen few

There's too many rats in the mix, yeah they all flow with the rap but they ain't say shit

Murder mountain, get the holes dug

I'm in fifth gear with a fast rig

You're counterfeit like a drag wig

Dark city like Danzig, with the tram pits

And the 86, and the pain there is gigantic

Death clocks go tick-tick

My bro, sick of your antics

I grew up with them crims, son

I'm real used to that madness, seen boys painted up crimson

With wounds, are a canvas

I'm Travis up in that taxi, with an army jacket I'm balanced

Tornts, Posseshot, make the posers all anxious

Overlords, we overlords

You praying like a mantis

PSX, we killing this

(Kharniclassix, Muscles, Denter, Torntsovic, PSX connects)

019, lyrics locked, real bars, no fuckery