Airplay

ABK Records, everybody wanna sign a deal

To impress me, you gotta rack a line of pills

You gotta have some big tits wearin' nine-inch heels

And show us how the pussy work, fuck your rhyming skills

I'm walkin' into Centrelink, like remember me?

I'm rich now, I got a house you can rent for free

I'm mainly here from where you cut my fuckin' payments

Back in 2008 and I ain't say shit

Witness my payback, petrol on the front desk

Lit it up, thanked you all, then I fuckin' left

They say my getaway, I think it was a Audi

It could've been a Range Rover, I don't know he's out here

What kind of car was it, man this shit is marvelous

I just popped like fifty pills and I was meant to halve the shit

Fuck your bitch with a satty full of X pills

Now slit the bag, so she trippin', I'm a mess still

Bitches get your tits out, put your fuckin' hands up

All my real soldiers, time for us to stand up

I made this for the radio, I hope I get the airplay

Cunt, clitoris, fuck, I wasn't meant to swear, mate

Bitches get your tits out, put your fuckin' hands up

All my real soldiers, time for us to stand up

I made this for the radio, I hope I get the airplay

Cunt, clitoris, fuck, I wasn't meant to swear, mate

So I was down at the beach, right, sittin' on my beach towel

I heard a bitch screamin', sounded like a big, aah

I thought, hmm, Kerser to the rescue

I let the bitch drown, I had to use the restroom

No wonder parents ain't lettin' the kids listen up

Hey, kids, sniff glue and you can say cunt

Don't listen to the teachers, don't even stay in school

But if we talkin' about my daughter, we got different rules

'Cause she a princess and I have double standards

Okay, my aim's done, I pissed off all the parents

What about the other night, I was eatin' mushrooms

I tripped the fuck out and hit my missus with a dust broom

Mama, God, I'm sorry babe, I don't know what was happenin'

I know I promised you, I wouldn't say it in a rap again

But I did, as a wheelie on a push bike

I don't even know these rappers names or what they look like

Bitches get your tits out, put your fuckin' hands up

All my real soldiers, time for us to stand up

I made this for the radio, I hope I get the airplay

Cunt, clitoris, fuck, I wasn't meant to swear, mate

Bitches get your tits out, put your fuckin' hands up

All my real soldiers, time for us to stand up

I made this for the radio, I hope I get the airplay

Cunt, clitoris, fuck, I wasn't meant to swear, mate

This the part where I'm gettin' on my sad stuff

And have a sook, like my life isn't addin' up

Here's a tablet, bruh, look into the camera

Now take the photo, you're lookin' like an amateur

Shut the fuck up, my rappin' like a nail bomb

I'ma drop it all off at a nail salon

Bitches runnin' now, you could say I nailed 'em

And I wonder why the public keep hatin' me

Bitches get your tits out, put your fuckin' hands up

All my real soldiers, time for us to stand up

I made this for the radio, I hope I get the airplay

Cunt, clitoris, fuck, I wasn't meant to swear, mate

Bitches get your tits out, put your fuckin' hands up

All my real soldiers, time for us to stand up

I made this for the radio, I hope I get the airplay

Cunt, clitoris, fuck, I wasn't meant to swear, mate