Released on February 15, 2012

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[Verse]

Kicking knowledge with a pocket full of weed stems

I’m prestiging for the fourth time and I’m wondering where the weeks went

People speaking like I’m going off the deep end

Deep end please I ain’t even got my feet wet

Be a sweetie pass the six shooter please

Knock the wind from your sails when I need to shoot the breeze

I’m a drop the anchor here, between you & me

Let’s float let’s drown a sailor for mutiny yo

I keep my blood poisoned for the vampires

I’m careful a silver tongue for all you werewolves

You think you’re beasting I have seen it all before I will end you

Merc with a mouth like Deadpool

I shoot freeze rays, bitch I breathe flame

Grab a rappers car & spin it by the key chain

I smoke steam trains, man I eat planes

I got you running like the promoters of Heatwave

This ain’t my briefcase, I’m just holding it

It glows gold with Marsellus' soul in it

So I ain’t got time for all your bull shit

You’re playing Russian roulette with a full clip

It’s been a drunk Bender but the album's on track

Good news though Calculon’s back

Help me out man where’s the plot I can’t find it

I’m on some ‘all my circuits’ got fried shit

I’m sick enough to kick a rap without trying

If I actually tried imagine how I’d spit

Frightening, they ask me where I been

So I have to reply in Skyrim

They ask me how the writing's going for the album

So I have to tell them Skyrim it’s embarrassing

No lie sneak is like ninety-nine I kill 5 men

Before the first guy realises I’ve knifed him

Run around cutting off heads

With a knife big enough to butter god's bread

It’s either that or COD

Try to move against me

Man I see 'em like a UAV

I’m from Melbourne where junkies tend to break into your mansions here

Trash your gear smoke meth from a chandelier

Your little fuse is getting shorter than your rap career

Keep living in the yesterday like a langolier