VERSE ONE
hash tag / haz eats / track pants / crap sneaks 
rap geek / tag team / from that band at peace
bag of bad afghan and black hashish 
banging fat back band and gap band 3

fuck a plan put it up on band camp free
don’t spam no man my fans are the family
give a damn how nice you are if it’s a wack beat
these dudes softer than their grand dad’s ass cheeks

peace to my brother harry, lucky lance, chucky berry
compared to us they just hilarious they nothing near me
you can’t be fucking serious. i mean, you buzzing, really?
come on, give it up already for the love of mother mary

jesus enough with that hippie act
you ain’t living that life. give the bindi back
your shit is wack like a sticker on a fitted cap 
sounding something like nickleback. if they rapped

your shit is wack. and that’s cold, but it’s a fact
fuck it who gives a crap. your chick is fat
kiss her kitty cat matter of fact lick her crack
stick a finger in her stinky gap. your shit is that. puss.

you the fuck’s still listening to trap?
you still got that little titititi shitty hat?
you couldn’t tickle my sack with those drums
personally i like it better when they don’t thump

peace to our young, gifted and broke bums
raised by our drunk dads and our stoned mums
used to roll the spots up on the stove once
and i still do, unless we got enough to roll blunts

and i’m still brew even though it’s been a whole month
since i had a bump i’m still down, i’m no monk
it’s just, i don’t wanna be the only old drunk cunt
sitting at the bar alone with no no one

nah, that’s no fun, i’m bout to have a son
raise him up in avondale where i got the flow from
that’s a home run, even if the doe don’t come
i sold the show out and i never sold my soul once

VERSE TWO
so what you trying to do man that shit ain't nothing new 
sick of all of you hipster dudes spitting and your shitty crews
shit is pitiful made me have to pack my shit and move
playing bitches brew on the plane while they listen to the new

who ever the fuck and now you're making that shit
bruv you made an EP and claimed it to be classic
but that shit was average and its just the facts
you should be happy not to have had your head smashed in

or your bags grabbed when you flashing your re-up
you need to ease up that arrogance will get you beat up
surprised it hasn't happened but stranger thing have and
I know what goes around comes around like the planets

so Im not worried let the universe do it's work
I’m just here to do mine and then return to the dirt
the nothingness that I was born of before long
I'll be reunited with then all this is all gone

and good riddance I need distance as it is
give a shit if you listen still be spitting sipping gin
still persistent with the pen indifferent to what is said
by some critics who never did shit but sit up at the desk 

with a shoebox full of broken dreams in the bottom draw
dudes who never did jack but now they want to talk 
But I ain't mad just let entropy run it's course 
but don’t get it twisted fuck em all.

Mother Mary

From the derelict coffee shop waste land of Smith Street, Melbourne come two dyslexic track pant enthusiasts with nothing else going for them but a talent to make pointless words rhyme in succession and a knack for petty theft.

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