(Spanian)

We call this do or die

I twist the mind with Medusa eyes

You're up against the god

Now you're all gone get crucified

I'm an immortal

I only fall if I choose to die

So even if you kill me

It'd still be called a suicide

I keep it dark enough

I keep my teeth sharpened up

The hammer on the waist bra

Even Jesus was a carpenter

Fuck around

Ill break your face

I don't play games

Arms wrap around the frame of my body

Like DNA strains

I keep a pump

For all these dumb motherfuckers

Rock up at the door

Boom Shaka Laka

Its amazing

I'm so on point with explanations

Still bars go right over your head

Like segregation cages

I'm stomping them up

With steel caps savage

Happy to damage them

With the street mentality

And the passion

To body rappers like bandages

I hear your bars

I just don't believe the truth about them

Walk through your hood flexing lad

There's nothing you can do about it

Yeah I'm a dead beat

Even had guys tryna dead me

But when I snap

I leave a head leak

Cos I pack Iron like I'm red meat

I'm everything that you're pretending to be

How can you talk about death

Without mentioning me

You hear me twist up words

I'm a lyrical verbalist

Part time rapper

Part time serial murderer

And full time fucking stuntman

So don't waste your breath

I'm high stakes

Like unprotected sex with lady death

In a free love orgy

Living on Charles Manson's ranch

And I make the mm bop

Like that Hanson band

I'm that ill rats fee

Like the Bubonic Plague

Give it up

Your rhymes are basic

And your points are vague

My points are made

I'm a wizard

Tall like walking with midgets

All these snitches saying who

Like they were talking to pigeons

I torture victims

Storing all their organs in fridges

Your corpse a contortionist

I left in awkward positions

Yo

I will stab you (damn lad)

I will kill you (illchay)

Woollo Boys

Sydney City

2011

Eetswa Lad (yeah)