Cam Bluff - North of the Yarra lyrics

[Intro: Maundz & Seth Sentry] *Coughs* Jesus Christ Maundzy. Seth! It's that northern suburbanite sh**. You know it! [Verse 1: Maundz & Seth Sentry] So here's the deal right (Okay) We was talkin' 'bout a song (Yeah) Seth [?] Maundz One, now that's the bomb Yeah, nah. What you talkin' 'bout? Let a rapper speak Dude, you've been blowing up my motherf**ing phone for weeks (f** off) I wanna freak the joint, spit the hard sh** Yeah, but you been chopping and changing all the concepts It's like that Mr Sentry? Then check it out You f**ing with the wise, man, and I ain't talkin' [?] Check your mail, I just sent you a flow you f**head (You're a total c*nt, Seth) Yeah, no wonder that no one loves us Or phones us up, so we just sit in our apartments And grow moustaches all alone in the total darkness I had a girl that was smoking like Joan of Arc But I robot danced at father's open casket and photographed it And we've grown apart since (Sorry, man) No one asked, b**h, pa** the tomato sauce to eat the f**ing coat of arms with I know I s**, sh**, times are tough But we here making something out of nothing like MacGyver, bruh f** a rhyme, I [?] Cut the left side of your body off and you wouldn't be alright (I get it) [?] blah-blah, we got the Mars bars Rappers out of this world, I need myself a Jar Jar A socialite, above the grime like an overbite I'm broke and too tired like a cheap f**in' motorbike [Chorus: Maundz & Seth Sentry] [?] don't want us, the underground neither But it ain't about that tonight (Shut your f**ing mouth) [?] got my hands on my nuts Yeah, we on that type of [?] You want that glitzy sh**? Nah, f** that You want that filthy sh**? Nah, f** that We them northside kids in your foresight Spit it how the f** we like [Verse 2: Maundz & Seth Sentry] Seth, you [?] f**, spit it I bought some sandalwood, waxed my balls at the candle store I got a date tonight, and I just hope she likes my blanket fort I'm sick of eating paddle pops and reading [?] And jacking off into my last pair of f**ing matching socks Gallagher meets Carrot Top, slice your melon off I talk [?] she on [?] Ha**elhoff (Dude, you're such a chatterbox) But yo, I sounded hot Your boy freestyles like a bath full of [?] Never had a ma**ive song, my album sold like a [?] Selling Ta**y Tigers [?] Battlestar Galactica, the marathon [?] Rhyming hot lines for kids like a telethon Hang on, stop! Oi, Maundzy, look at this rash I got (Dude, I think you're sick) Oh okay, cheers man, thanks a lot Rappers sulking like my catalogue is catchy songs Hard rappers bore me stiff, I wonder why their albums flop? (Whatever, man) Try [?] me in with rappers who are candy soft It's bad for your teeth, I choke a [?] with dental floss Whenever I get pissed off a rapper gets his larynx cut (Really?) Check you out the game when I a**a**inate your character (Oh, shots fired) Nah, they'll never trace it back to us (But what about the bullets?) Ain't no rappers of this calibre The silhouettes that let the gun powder in the barrels up Seth and Maundzy bring the beef to you like a cattle truck I'm sneezing on your salad bar, I'm tryna tune this air guitar We trashed the rental car, I grabbed a hipster by his handlebars That's the team spirit, cue the theme music, been a teen mutant Since we drank the green ooze up out the canister! [Chorus: Maundz & Seth Sentry] [?] don't want us, the underground neither But it ain't about that tonight (Shut your f**ing mouth) [?] hands on my nuts Yeah, we on that type of [?] You want that glitzy sh**? Nah, f** that You want that filthy sh**? Nah, f** that We them northside kids in your foresight Spit it how the f** we like [Outro: Sethy Sentry] Seth and Maundzy. Two f**wits from the northern suburbs. This is probably the illest duet since Sonny & Cher, or Cher, or Cher. I don't know how the f** to say her name, all I know is that joint was a cla**ic!