GET BODIED REMIX

By Wombat

On Lost Media Vol. 1

Released on May 23, 2026

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[Intro Tag & Wombat]

I know you gonna dig this

Yeah

Shout outs to Chill

I know you gonna dig this


[Verse]

Awoo! Jesus

[?] said I gotta come through with a remix

Not a lead up for elitists

I just gotta get the weed lit 'cause I fiend it

I ain't ever gonna be grieving if I [?]

Can you see I'm facetious?

I get sick of bleeding for the leeches

I don't need to repeat it, please just don't cross me

Acting a mess could be costly, watch me

Wombat's back from the dead like a zombie

And they're tracking their steps like a SWAT team

I just smashed up a set with the posse

Am I dodgy? I said "Watch me"

Stamina like Avatar

Nеver graphed on my battle scars

So harsh I can havе a laugh, after your blood like Alucard

Brah, don't ask me to stop

I'm barging in hot, got bars for the lot

'Coz I mastered it, if you think I'm after the dosh

You got it backwards like Bin Laden disarming the bomb

I put my whole heart in the song

The whole squad's marching along

Not far from the top, they arkin' and barking a lot

But look how far that we've got

Coz I've been that hungry

Live like a tip-rat, spit like a Syntax Junkie

Never been that lovely

I could get a bitch flipped back if you think that, trust me

Trust me, I got no chill

Think I got a low skill but the flow's ill

And every foe knows that I'm dope, but they boast still

Got me going off like I'm road-kill

And for the second time, steez like a samurai

Schemes that I memorise, scene better recognise

'Cause I be keeping their levels high

And my weapon knife, I can see through their web of lies

Best believe I'm a beast like an enterprise

Creep in the dead of night

Weed that we set a-light

Sleep as I dream of a better life

Leaping ahead of time

See where the demons and devils lie

I'm not an artist I don't know what art is

Pop the Bacardi, go proper retarded

Lost from the start but don't want to restart it

Nah I don't wanna start shit

Feel sick when I light Beug's

Tripping an infinite time loop

Skipping what I choose, 666 is my IQ

Spit like I'm pissed off as Ice Cube

Why do I live for this rap shit?, think as I practice

Catcher's taking a quick trip intergalactic

Rip through the fabric, spin like arachnids

Bitch you're a spazz if you think you can match this

Just stick to the ad-libs

Let me spit raps, pin tabs to the atlas

I been getting gassed up on some madness

Like Baz when I spitting back kick fact is I'm animalistic

Spat-a-ballistic

If you're having a diss, you better adapt with an animal instinct

Coming off a clash, you wanna challenge a misfit?

When I battle a kingpin on the back of a unanimous win

So you don't have an opinion

If I flow tight, heading for the venom when I roast mic's

Heading for the president was an effort getting co-signed

I can be a legend in my own right like get bodied