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Hustle Hard TV, Kerser one, Bout to spit, Fuckin 16 maybe 32 We'll see, check it Imma' be fuckin' In the studio with Nebs and yep we pop anything Xanax and endone and some cough medicine Nah, you're not getting them hyped, from offsettin' my mic I'm what excellence defines to be better described. Kerser, I'm your boyfriend's favorite But then they get the shits cos their girlfriend's play it People love me yeah, only hated by a whack bunch Probably cause my crew jacked their shit and left em smacked up. Don't hate the player, they say hate the game; You're why I hate aussie rap so you can take the blame I see coppers and I laugh cause you're not my equal I'm sellin CDs and yeah this shit's legal. This is easy, gang shit, gutter rap Spoken from a street view so you can't fuck with that I want something back I'm charging with interest Don't say what to me, it's beg your pardon you bitches. Keep it going Fuck all you bitches, Fuck, Fuck all you bitches Kerser's at the club and I'm the sickest cunt. The attitude on me, you think it's fucked, aye? I don't give a fuck, fuck face I'm in the southwest, trooper soldiers by my side You're with your girl she sees a crew and she's like "bye bye guys!" How the fuck you know em and where the fuck you been now? How you know her? They're laughin' like "see lad?" It's a hell of a life, I might just yell on the mic I'm the relevant guy you're the irrelevant type. Do you get me? nup? I fuck around until the world, til the west is up You're a festy cunt, you're not as fresh as us I'll slap your little sister down til she gets me drugs. I'm on the bestest buzz, a straight reckless cunt I'll leave your party laughing with your fuckin neckless tucked You got a sec ya slut? well hit the deck you mutt You need to check what's up, I got a nest of buds, what? Kerser is the sickest, Kerser is the sickest Fuck all you bitches, Fuck, Fuck all you bitches Kerser's at the club and I'm the sickest cunt. You make me laugh there saying your producer is fresh Are you a dumb cunt lad, my producer is Nebs Enough said we'll bump heads with all of ya's We can brawl with words, I've got some terms that'll corner ya's. What they gonna do when I get to the spit Now I got em in position make em tap out by submission You see me brother with your CD cover Have to leave it on the curb for you to ever be gutter. Motherfucker got a buzz on the street They hold "Got Beef?" events, cunts come to see me I can brag what I do, yeah sad cause it's true Think I give a fuck about a lad with a crew? I do it properly from straight talk to comedy Honestly, gotta be, watchin me, topple these Whack rappers and backpackers laid out I'm coming from the street so we never had the same route. Kerser is the sickest, Kerser is the sickest Fuck all you bitches, Fuck, Fuck all you bitches Kerser's at the club and I'm the sickest cunt.
Writer(s): Scott Froml, Ben Nathan Hopkinson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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