[Intro: Wombat]

Yeah, Wom-bat!

Let's get it

[Verse 1: Wombat]

Yeah

Rhymes are like a shotty, cock it back and get ya

The kick will have them spinning backwards doing capoeira

Break apart my bars and put them back together

Making rappers practice, doesn't matter, they're still wack as ever

Yeah, Rikodeine with antihistamines

I'm mixing up a potion like a lab professor

I'm not good at keeping secrets so I had to tell her

I'll demolish their whole discography with an acapella

Yeah, witness the omniscient God spitting on this

Likе watching a locksmith get out from prsion

I'm that mixture of John Wick with a bomb ticking

Mixed with Godzilla and King Kong, I'm a don with it

Yеah, all of my songs written in nonfiction

Stop tripping cause I get lost in, I've gone missing

Yeah, still they do not listen

Still, they do not listen

Yeah, chop up a mix and I spin it with White Ox

Go for a joy ride til the whip is a write-off

They're shivering cause I'm sick, I've been pissing them right off

I'm a monster like Kyle, put my fist through the dry wall

Cause when I listen to em spit, I get sick, I get tired of it

If it isn't reliable, been licking shots and I'm sipping on Fireball

I get so pissed, the whole room is finna spin like a vinyl

Bitch I get fried, just look at my eyeballs

[Verse 2: indigomerkaba]

Yeah, mull up a mix like I'm cutting my wrists

Stumbling and sick, munted and twisted, I'm chucking a fit

Buzzing from chucking stuff in my stuff, yeah the mud that I sip

I'm sick with it, dirty heroin flow, won't recover, I quit (Fuck that)

I got em hooked, they're coming back for more

I swing for defence with my back to the wall

Stand and brawl, never fall, I got my eyes on the prize

Fakes talk with a disguise but I can see through their lies, you fucking dickhead

Yeah, could cut the tension with a butter knife

Had to wake em from their slumber, the industry lost its fuckin mind

'Bat and I combined are the reminder of why

The skill of rhyme over shine, no recycling lines

I glide on the beat silky smooth, no flow can compare

Show no emotions to a opponents, so ferocious

Prepare, to be shocked right out your seat before the end of the track

But as soon 'Bat sent this shit, I had to send some shit back (Boom boom boom)

Argh, yeah rhymes fatter than Casey Donavon

My rhyme patterns are crazy, magnificentm, proper

Your rhyme patterns are lazy, novice, gronk and imposter

I shatter dreams like Jordan punishing motherfuckers

I'm gunning these motherfuckers with it (Fuck off)

A Tommy-Gun motherfucker, never stutter these motherfuckers

I've come for the top, gun me down, I'm son'ning these motherfuckers

Like Sunnah and A-Dot, we running this motherfucker

Hahaha

[Verse 3: DAMIAN ILLIC]

When it comes to this, we're as good as any

You're better off in your mum's cunt so just pull ya head in

No consent to get in her womb, she's refusing entry

Your two dimensional evolution is rudimentary

That's what you call getting under-belly's like you were Benji

Be humble, sit down like the hook by Kendrick

Have you cancelled cause even the way you look's offensive

Butcher words & steel bars, a chopper of books in Pentridge

Wombat is a Chainsaw, we're circular

We're about to go in, ring indigomerkaba

With the berserker bars, consider me working class

Who'll never give up, imma stick it out like a twerking ass

Rrrrgh, watch her hit the pole like em swerving cars

Losing control, now on foot patrol on a murderous path

Never a wrong step, I got sturdy calves

Necking a long neck like I merk giraffes

Oi Batski, I got your back like a Turtle shell

Everyone will get spun, fuck it, we'll spin the world as well

Know Nicki loves what he's witnessing from eternal realms

Rest in peace to our brother, rest of you burn in hell