Life Support - Intellectual

[Verse: Mr. Muscles]

(Cruz like Penelope)

Yeah

I'm a Melbourne boy, self-employed

Want more steeze? I ain't helpin' toy

Copy the noise and get lost in the void, hand me the joint

Sigmund Freud, I got too many fingers to point

Get my joy when I look at my boys

Won't stop 'til I end up in a Royce

I got a voice that's moist, people's choice

They get annoyed when I hit 'em with the Floyd

I'm Skywalker, you're my droid

I'ma start calling you R2-D2, you're a dumb weasel

I got a friend who looks like the street Vin Diesel

And he don't get big use on the needle, he just preys on the evil

Then he eats them people, they got a messed up cerebral

Why you think I'm bumping the kief for, this shit's lethal

Been done over so many times, this time there won't be a sequel

Yeah, I'm gettin' equal

Watch me fly like an eagle

They say that I won't but I will, watch me aim for the kill

I ain't playin' on the bill 'cause I'm way too real

Yeah, yeah, and it's Muscles

Yeah, and it's Muscles

I'm a Melbourne boy

I'm a Melbourne boy, self-employed

I'm the M A N, gotta spray it again, you ain't F A M

Can't claim my ends, it gets too intense when I hop off the bench

I'll end your rep man, where's your friends?

Where's that dash, that pep you said you had?

Yeah, back in the lab, get stabbed in the back, I'll switch off your battery pack

Then fade to black, are you happy lad?

I ain't your average dad

Got work in a nappy bag

Yeah combin' the scene for the payback, comin' from way back

Man, I don't play that, fuckin' with A Dot, you gotta pay tax

Yeah, you'll go downhill, no brake pads

Yeah, I got 'em gassed

You'll go downhill, no brake pads

Yeah, I got 'em gassed

You'll go downhill, no brake pads

Yeah, I got 'em gassed

You'll go downhill, no brake pads

Yeah, I got 'em gassed