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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Wombat
Wombat
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Samuel Phillips
Samuel Phillips
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nerve
Nerve
Mixing Engineer
Trooh Hippi
Trooh Hippi
Producer

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Oi, where'd everybody go? Nah, fuck all you cunts Yeah, fuck all you cunts At war wit' 'em all, who's up At war wit' 'em all, who's up Skywalker staunchin' a stormtrooper Well of course you suck, you're a poor loser At war wit' 'em all, who's up? Skywalker staunchin' a stormtrooper Yeah, you wanna ignore what you been warned Quick draw, never forfeit 'cause I'm fit for it I get shit sorted if it's important Inglorious and he been snorin' I been tormented a bit But I keep soaring to the tip like an eagle 'Vis on her tip, still I'm big ballin' Wit' a bitch got her teeth all into my neck Then I'm free-fallin' But you flip when you see me spit on your TV screen Even your chick got the heebie-jeebs Screamin' a fit like DBZ Fiendin' a sick with a 3DP In the freezin' heat when it's three degrees Wait, I don't know what I even mean But please repeat so I get me streams 'Cause I need streams, streams-streams-streams That's that shit that'll get me cheese up Don't believe me, don't believe us I need streams, nah, I need Jesus All these demons, I can't keep up Nah, and I can't stay sane Yeah, I said I can't stay sane I'm lookin' back on my past thinkin', "Nah, they changed" Yeah, once was surrounded by hatred Nowadays people thinkin' I'm crazy lately, how could I blame 'em? I never been down for the fame And I never been down for the payments And I never been down for the count Not an ounce of doubt could be crowned as the greatest Ay, 'cause I'm oh, so savage Go more hard in my promo tracks Than your whole album and your solo act 'Cause I flow so mad, G Frodo Baggins smokin' a cone wit' the photos flashin' Don't go classic, you don't know passion I bet you won't go match it Known to react like I'm 'go-go-gadget' Load that ratchet, I'm just jokin' I've grown so passive, don't go gas it I be kickin' in my dojo, I'm thinkin' that I'm loco Shows that my foes don't practice I be trippin' on the low, though, stickin' to my post code Spit it wit' my bros like Alex That was madness, and Briggsy, you just smashed it, aye 'Cause we're gettin' on a level that's better than ever Whatever the weather, see me, man, I'm foolish Actin' cool, but, geez, it was bullshit Back in school I'd beef with the cool kids Now I rule like Julius Caesar And my fuckin' mood swings like a V-Dub Got a couple new things like a teacher Gettin' off gasps for his rips like a feature creature Creep up, greet ya, how nice to meet ya I've come for your soul and the loot But if patrol's in pursuit then I bolt like I'm Zeus So cold, never froze, hold the bazoo, woah Got a crew sold to the blue soul Think your true, make emcees fold up and lose Then I pour salt in the wound, put holes in the booth Falsely accused told me the truth That's swine flu Swine flu season, cuz Yeah Brrah!
Writer(s): Samuel Sean Phillips Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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