[Intro]

Yeah, Wom-bat

Yeah, it's Wombat Wednesdays, new music video every week

Let's fuckin' get it

I've been-wait

What, because I did the fuckin' Blue Lights Remix

And the fuckin' Joji remix

You motherfuckers think that I ran out of bars, cunt?

Fuck off dickhead

[Verse]

Yeah

Yeah, well it's been a sec and I'm feeling wrecked

Been a bit of a mess, this liquor is drenching liver

Yeah, so much indigestion from pingers, checking my frickin' chest

Still a living legend, I grip the pen like a cigarette

Thе King of mutli's, motherfuckers can't win the lеague

But if you need some tips I could get you rich off a single, bet

Check it, when they feel the pressure I'm feeling fresh

Feel like I'm the best that I've ever been, yet I still progress

I'll get missus pregnant in a sec because she's looking sexy in her dress

You can bet I've been a pest

Why's the whole scene sleeping on me like I was next to a pillow

Pet

But you can see the threat as they're dripping sweat

But you fuckin' dickheads, yeah

So many maggots are rapping now

Earl Sweatshirt, these bitches don't let the Kraken out

Yeah, it's a fact that I'm never backing down

And then I'm blacking out in a scrap like I'm Manny Pacquiao

Yeah, feeling worthless

Catch a flight to Adelaide then have a meeting with Jesus in city and churches till I've figured my purpose

Now I'm feeling resurgent, I ain't ever been this determined, listen and worship

I'm a King, I'm a wordsmith

Mixed linguistics, I'll spit it in German

[?] after sipping on Burben

Cuz I've been on this Earth and [?], this isn't for certain

They put in minimal work and wonder why they ain't killing it

I kill every verse, I go friggin' berserk

And, you're missing everything, spin it back and reverse it

Listen lad 'cause it's perfect, got these rappers all nervous

The Aussie rapture, I bomb the wack and then cap the scene

You want a crack but I rock the track, I attract a fiend

'Cause it's a fact if we're gonna clash, imma smash your team

Only time I'd actually drop a match is in gasoline

And I couldn't give a fuck what they make of me

As plain to see, I won't face defeat 'cause I play for keeps

I'm so lazy, I race to sleep but don't chase my dreams of aiding sheep

I ain't speaking in layman, that's make-believe

Don't fuck with this, I wrote Sunken Ship on a mushy' trip

Then I got stuck in it but I must admit it's been bloody sick

Yeah, I was mixing ganja with [?]

Such a disgusting prick tryna find a cunt that's as stuffed as him

Like Jesus, fucked in mem' but just tear it to pieces

But rep for my brethren like Americans pledging allegiance

Step to the scene in Adidas, I got hella good sneakers

Telekinesis, you bop your head 'cause it's sent from the speakers

Rappers wish they were sick, they spit it in bad taste

Thinking they ripped a track up, I'll bring a cat to your rat race

You gonna trip like you got me figured

In that case, spin it back when I spit it, I bet you missed what I spat, mate

Aye

Spin it back when I spit it, I bet you missed what I spat, mate

Fuckin ad'lays

Spin it back when I spit it, I bet you missed what I spat, mate

Yep, I'm digging a mass grave, I dug into the underground

Can't get through the rubble, watch it crumble

As they wonder how I'm young and I'm renouned but these others front like I dumbed it down

Just don't jump to assumptions motherfuckers, get punched in the mouth

Coming up but I'm under none, you get spun around

Wanna act like it's nothing and make my mother proud

Pump the crowd up or shut it down as I jump around

They're judging that I'm nothing, cunt who the fuck are you bumping now?

[Chorus]

Yeah, effortless

Yeah, I said it's effortless

I wrote this shit in twenty seconds, it was effortless

For lyricism, I'm setting the precedent

Homie, this is effortless

Effortless

Yeah, this shit is effortless

I wrote this shit within ten seconds, it was effortless

For lyricism, I'm setting the precedent

Homie, this is

[Outro]

Yeah, yeah