Duck Duck Doogit

Blade kick you 8-bit basic

Hurricane hit your face, quit the fake shit

Duck duck doogit, you dumb fuck cool kids

Don't fuck groupies, just love music, I do it

But I don't play with no Roshes

You get rolled for J's, I roll J's

I ain't droppin' my nuts for nothin' but old age

You scuffin' them up then fuckin' up your whole day

Man, I'm too old for that, too old to rap

Too old to be doin' glucose and crack and callin' it coke

You bought it in bulk, thought you were dope?

Nope, you snortin' the soap

I'm YBB, Young, Balding and Broke

Dumb hard lookin' for the remote, Normal adult

Did my best tryna get West Auckland to vote

The result, it's like tryna talk to the hoax

And my revolt is that I left that waterin' hole

You say I ditched that? F that, Auckland will cope, I ain't a Pope

I don't wanna be the leader, don't even need a leader

Isn't that the reason we were even in it to begin with?

Now we're lettin' people feed in to the image

And the gimmick, and I don't believe in neither

Don't believe in even believin' at all

Leave the ego at the door

When I record, don't need to be the Caesar, just need to eat

I need a beat that I can feed my speakers

You need to be seen on the scene

You need to clean your sneakers

Mad, cause I wanna be a dreamer, what the fuck?

Just because I don't wanna be a cleaner

You've never even been to Melbourne, calling me a diva?

I mean what's that even mean

I mean, you're mad, I'm even meaner than I was before

I moved to Aussie? Probably

Look, I'm in Collingwood - that's not Holly

Holy-molly, how much molly you had to come down that bad?

When I come round the pad you're all run-down and sad

Strung out, tryna get your cum out your bag

Bruv, I don't ever come out the lab

It's a LAG, like my old man on a cab

Fuck Peter Campbell, man get your tongue out your crack

Simon Sweetman, suck the nut out my sack

Fuck patriotism, give a fuck 'bout a flag

Tell the PM to get the fuck out Iraq

Fuck the whole country, get the fuck out of that

While you stuck out in Pap', tryna bust out the tap

Hung me on the gallows on the front page of Stuff

They callin' me all dried up like Kim Hill's muff, that's enough

Fuck this shit

See how you made me feel, you fuck