NEBS - Don't f** With Kerser lyrics

[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