[Intro]

Impulse, impulse, impulse

Fuck it up again, I'll [inaudible]

[Verse 1]

Yeah, I wasn't dropped on my head

This kid was jumped on and kicked

Like "Fuck this little cunt" the doctor said as he chuckled and grinned

"What a berk", but in the end I was chucked in the bin

Livin' in rubbish, no dummy, sick, had to suck a syringe

That might explain why I'm a junky that's stuck in a binge

Always huffin' on tins, I'll puff a pip 'til I'm chuckin' a fit

And at the age of six I was becomin' a cunt of kid

Runnin' drunk from the pigs

Scummy and young, on the hunt for a cig

A kid at school thinkin' the lessons were miserable

So I'd yell and I'd threaten and then get sent to the principal

When the shit was never endin'

Get suspended, it's typical

So fuck what they recommend

Because I reckon they're pitiful

They can't see that I'm heaven sent

Makes me think I'm invisible

Or it's hidden in the script

I'm sick of spittin' subliminal

Think of slittin' my wrists and drinkin' the drips of my sick

I'm twisted

The biggest of pricks when I'm at the tip of my pinnacle

Still I wonder what your problem is, bitch

Not at the top, 'cause I'm gonna get to the bottom of this

This Wombat raps like a packet, whilst faggots pop like a cyst

I've got actual talent, while these other maggots flop like a fish

And I've been hopin' for the moment some bloke has wrote me a diss

I can show there's no opponent that I won't soak when I spit

'Cause when I focus my wits, he'll be left hopeless, broken to bits

And I'm blown in, hopin' that grows up and smokin' dope in a spliff

If I'm rapping then I might be rhymin' like a Simon says

Then I'll be by your bed, with a clock, decidin' your time of death

I feel excited when I'm dividin' these lines of meth

You think you rhyme the best, well I'm sorry Your Honour

I object

There's lots of rhymes that I've attempted while I'm ridin' bed

From packin' it [?], to gettin' the rest of a silent theft

On the mic I spit fire, but I just tried to vent

So fuck your pride 'cause I'm a tiger in the lions den

When I'm home and I'm drinkin' sticky shit out of boredom

Spirits intefere with my mirror, thinkin' my house is haunted

I listened to Tassie rap but I found it boring

So I ripped a damn recording

Was flippin' out 'cause I sound distorted

Now I'm soaring like a rocket launchin' out of orbit

They think I'm 'bound to afford it, be fallin' down towards it

I'm just sayin' to be cautious [?], to warn 'em

I'll have to rock up with Tomma Hawks and attack the fortress

I speak the truth when I'm spittin' bars or I'm writin' rhymes

'Cause I'n not gonna lie, there's all sorts of violence with a tiny island

I aim high as a diamond kite

But I might remind 'em why the [?]

Put my mind in a psych asylum

Grab the mic like I'm sacrificin' my life for rhymin'

If they're rappin' nice then it's fine

Otherwise I despise 'em

Line 'em in the sights of my sniper rifle

If I can find 'em, I'll leave 'em left to die

When I'm [?] a strike of lightnin'

I just want to make it clear to the masses

You've got a pool full of liquor

We've got a river of acids

And I've been itchin' to scratch it

Spittin' with Grigsy, collabin'

Comin' up with the sickest raps that you just wish you'd imagined

Toss me the diss at the savage

You'll be considered a spastic

'Cause I'm crematin' these bastards and then I'm sniffin' the ashes

And this is only for practice, I'm just a prick off the cactus

Ready to stick into the skin of any bitch that tries match it (Oi, you fucker)

I'll fuck your amour up, my katana carvin' your carcass

I'm chargin' my chakra up to [?] like Charlie does (silly cunts)

I ain't the hardest [?], if you're arkin' up

That's just the starter cunt

You think that's funny, hurry, laugh it up

Set your marks and run, because you little punks are not half as tough

Partly drunk, 'cause I spark a blunt, half a cart and I'm [?] up

[?]

You think you're smart but you're rather dumb

I could go another 64 but I just can't be fucked (what's happening with you bro)