[VERSE 1: MR. MUSCLES]

Yo

Yeah, it's Muscles

Raisin' up mercury, 'til you feel that third degree

It's that calm before the murder screams

Turn your Burberry burgundy, mama raised a little Hercules

Got the pieces to the puzzle, fit 'em perfectly

Mr. Muscle, have you ever heard of me?

Had Channel 7 in emergency, paramedics rushed me in urgently

Life fucks me purposely, feel like a black jew walking 'round Germany

Back when Hitler had the Nazis

'Round here, we get a lot of brassies

Lives get taken in a heartbeat

Same place to make the sharpies

I'm tryna send a message, can you roger back to me Charlie?

[VERSE 2: TORNTS]

Tornts, Posseshot, ay

I watch the days flip like tour

Nights lookin' dark like Pennywise sewer

Them fiends around the trap need a cure, I guess the dealers medics with the [?]

We soldiers, you untrained civvies

I'm sippin' with a man and his shotty and his pack of hillbillies

Turn you into ash like ciggies

Badlands got their minds free-divin'

Feel like grabbin' a mask and not buyin'

Rather some land than small diamonds

You a mouthy tip-rat bird, you an ibis

My day-ones, they all priceless

Final, meltin' on the sylist

Ridin' out, even if the blue take my license

Dead raps, I'd rather hear crickets and silence

Red and white Kombats, iller than typhus

Down with young guns and boss old-timers

Tornts and Posseshot, spray 'em up, lifeless

[BRIDGE: KHARNICLASSIX]

Yeah, they know what it is

KHA, Torntsky, Muscles

Posseshot shit, Melbourne City, all fuckin' day

All the way around Australia, all way round the world

[VERSE 3: KHARNICLASSIX]

Yeah

Posseshot, get the money up

That fast food shit you eatin' got you chuckin' up

Roll call, that's a lot of names we chuckin' up

They said I'll only be in the vid if I can bally up

That's a full clip, stop the bullshit

That shit you reppin' don't exist

I'm DBMC with forty cunts in my flick

Tryna make my life better for my clique

Won't see me metal on my wrist, the metal on the hip

I open laptop and let it flip

Always been deep in the mix, the Melbourne City alchemist

They said I'm fucking ill, get around this shit

I don't need a gun to detail, I've been a fuck-around a bit

Not about that downer shit

In the city where it's cold out, inner-city playground

Got me runnin' 'round like the greyhound

We them young veterans, you toys'll get shakedown