[Interlude:]
Oi, you reckon you could pour us a drink? I'll go ya halves
Yeah, sick...
Keep going man, f** me
[Intro:]
Don't f** with Kerser
[Hook 1:]
Don't, Don't, Don't, Don't, Don't, Don't
f**, f**, f**, With, With, With, With
Don't f** with Kerser
Don't, Don't, Don't, Don't, Don't, Don't
f**, f**, f**, With, With, With
Don't f** with Kerser
[Verse 1:]
Drink lord, ice cube
Drugs are my crew
Call them what you want, ma'f**er I don't like you
Glide through with a shiv on the hip
I do recommend that you listen to this
Pump loud, got em shocked and they're staring and sh**
Most of them f**ing love it but they're scared to admit
I don't give a f** what you think, I'm from the streets
Pow pow past your house when I stomp the beat
Me and Nebs making sh** you ain't never heard before
Charlie Poulton and c*nts like "that ain't raw"
I'm a motherf**ing maniac, brain attack, ain't you wack
Eyes on your lips motherf**er can you say it back?
Di-di-didn't think so
Staying on my thug sh**
Tell me no progression when we just made a club hit
Fu-fu-f**wit. Best admit that we run sh**
Never knew we run it then we calling you a dumb prick
[Hook 2:]
I'm so drunk that I can't stand up
So much bourbon in the gla**, with the joints rolled up
Now I'm running through your club with my dick in hand
Never ever gave a f**. Never know to give a damn
[Interlude:]
Oi buddy you seen me up there or what
Yeah it was alright?
Alright? What do you mean alright?
Like, alright
I'm... I'm a f**ing sick c*nt mate. f**ing give me your money
[Hook 1:]
Don't, Don't, Don't, Don't, Don't, Don't
f**, f**, f**, With, With, With, With
Don't f** with Kerser
Don't, Don't, Don't, Don't, Don't, Don't
f**, f**, f**, With, With, With
Don't f** with Kerser
[Verse 2:]
Back on track but your tracks are wack
Only making moon-rap cause you can't adapt
Don't-Don't get me wrong lad I'm into that
Just like to switch it up every time I spit a rap
If you hate me for that get your f**ing brain cracked
Get your house ran through, get your brothers' chain smashed
f** Aussie hip hop man I'm finding it boring
Hear 10 percent, the other 90 is corny
Bringing something for them people who be wanting a switch up
Switch up, sh** bra, always being a sick c*nt
There's a fat s*ut, punch her mouth now
Her teeth look like fat chub
Grab the-Grab the handbag, only had loose change
Tic-tac, dollar coin and a bit of food, mate
Too-too-too late, still up in my sh** though
Got the wrong idea if you're b**hing to this though
[Hook 2:]
I'm so drunk that I can't stand up
So much bourbon in the gla**, with the joints rolled up
Now I'm running through your club with my dick in hand
Never ever gave a f**. Never know to give a damn
[Interlude:]
Oi, can I have your number?
Nah, f** off
f** off, you look like a pelican anyway
Huh
f**ing who*e
[Verse 3:]
On a train with a chainsaw, tell me that I ain't raw
Walking barefoot, throw a knife through a claymore
f**, f**, f** em, f** em all. shut the front I want a breast pic
Top top yes this nonsense what this pull your mic out
And get the motherf**ing rob let
What if they never ever give it up
Come on bra, you really think I give a f**
I'm the realest rapper holding the mic
My other personality even told me I'm right
Yep-yep-yep-yep-yepyep-yep-yep, Get them hands up
Too f**ing drunk
Can't even stand up
I'm the man, bra
Your a fan, nah
Just admit you a fan of the man, nah
Something wrong?
It's-It's-It's-It's all good though
Ain't say my name 'cos you motherf**ing should know
[Hook 2:]
I'm so drunk that I can't stand up
So much bourbon in the gla**, with the joints rolled up
Now I'm running through your club with my dick in hand
Never ever gave a f**. Never know to give a damn