Shooter Williamson - Loosest Aussie Bloke Hits Rock Bottom lyrics

What is with Matthew Newton trying to challenge me for my title of 'Loosest Aussie Bloke Ever'? He needs to back the f** up, because I've been thrown out of a bar too for having the wrong shoes on. It was quite a dressy place. I was wearing Globe's. That's right, you heard me, c*nt. I got your measure. If you don't believe me, check this sh** out. I just do the dirtiest sh** in bed with girls as well, man. I do some f**ing nasty, sick sh** like full f**ing put my penis in their vagina. Sometimes... like it's pretty wet sometimes as well. Just get it in there anyway. When I play Wii, I don't even wrap the safety bit around my wrist. Someone will die. f**ing hell. Me and my mates just did an knock-and-run. Knocked on a stranger's door. Ran away. It was f**ing hectic as, man. A lady came out and looked around. It was f**ing close. On phone: I'm hiding. Is it safe to come out? Are there cops? I might just wait a few hours, ay. Yeah, for safety. Alright, cool, man. I'm going to wait 'til dusk. Um, just because she did... she came out of her house. The old lady came out and looked around. I just pat stray dogs, man. I don't know whose dog this is. Could take my f**ing hand off. I'm a... I'm f**ing cooked, man. How's it I don't even get checkpoint barrels in Donkey Kong. I just go the whole f**ing level. Straight up. It's pretty crazy. Jump, Dixie. Should've got the checkpoint barrel. f**. Always vandalising sh** like a crazy c*nt. Like, the other day - walking down the street, seen this tree, and, uh, ripped a few leaves off it. Big, old handful. Just kept walking. Not heaps, but enough to notice a bit of a difference in the tree. Whatever, c*nt. So, this is my uncle, Robbo's, property, hey. He's wild. Man, if you thought I was loose, wait 'til you meet uncle Robbo. He does, like, beer bongs and sh**. It's when you skull beer through a funnel, ay. It's wild. Check this out. He's got an actual rape dungeon. She's a Norwegian backpacker. She's been in there for... since I was, like, seventeen. How's it... see you later. How's it I haven't even texted mum yet to tell her that I made it here safely. I'm hard work for her, ay. I'll send her a quick text.