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letra de fuck the budget - witless

i’m never letting up or letting go, like a settler on the land i’m here to conquer these hoes
i throw em up against the wall, f-ck them till they scream
suck the p-ssy clean, til it’s squirting on the walls like a f-cking jet stream
i’m mean, iller than misses pollys dolly, ye im sicker than that
quick on these rats, i’m here to catch em by the tails with the claws of my rap
rhythm attack, perth underground hip hop i bring that freshness back in stacks
ring your doorbell with a loaded gat, i’m a criminal with the integrity you lack
i’m like a memory of smack, chase me for a lifetime but i’m never coming back running from the cops so they gotta keep track
bracelet on my ankle but i’m still selling crack, home detainee perpatrator of the wickedest raps
putting perth city on the maps, growing terrariums of liberty caps
feeding the world with the leftover scr-ps
psilocybe, acacia, dimethyl one
warlock with a semi-automatic submachine gun
look at em run, they can’t escape me cus i’m everywhere they know that their outdone’
hired gun, with the energy of the west son
i’m mean, milking machine that’s how i make all the cheddar
my flows just better, i cash out like an automated teller
i bust raps like i’m reading out best sellers
dope speller on a blood vendetta this ain’t no acapella
verified beats, instrumental guru operetta
operation number one, steal from the sun
like solar panels i’m getting set up in m-ss one by one
i’m shipping chems by the metric tonne
hidden in postcards i’m hitting hard like home runs
unremitting, relentless, breathless like asthma attack
releasing my platinum black, spray paint the union jack
commonwealth authority, f-ck horrorcore
i’m here to battle the system and it’s drug war
what you stand for? what you got and where’d you put the cash?
i’m here to collect and transform the world with serious tact
i can add and subtract, multiply and react
multi-talented here for the transact
dmt extract, here to rally and break up the riot act
anarchist with a drug fixation, touching p-ssy like my name’s m-st-rbation
f-ck the inflation, f-ck the budget f-ck abbot im coming with a baseball bat
blunt impact, questions of fact
reincarnation of a political rap
urbanizations got me tethered on wack
so i stay up and verse all night while the populus naps
special education i was taught to smoke crack
aspirations of fame, seperation in vats
i’m brewing chemicals that make your eyes pulsate and redact
matter of fact i batter these cats
feline cakes from korea i’m impulsively tapped
we’re overpopulated with the wack
they’ve got a complicated fixation on commercial cr-p
dehumanization en m-sse, mental reservation and clap traps
i spit till my throat collapse, shoot cr-ps, gamble millions before i have another relapse
back on the smack, i need pain relief from the governments poor tax
centerlink cuttofs, higher education remission
i’m the f-ck up technician, it’s simple all we gotta do is tax the rich coalition
labor’s f-cked so f-ck their vision, i spit these raps from both positions
the rich get richer off the money from the meek
while thousands of starving kids litter my hometowns streets
the logic is weak, this country needs a brand new diet
pet-tions ain’t working cus no one stands up to defy it
this is the limit of my patience, f-ck these corporate thieves
9 revolutions per minute, 10 dumb -ss suits drinking pinot
i take zoo then i pin it, grab flow then i bin it
can’t say my heart isn’t in it cus i’m obviously with it
it’s witless on the mic with some serious word
i’m the outspoken deviator, crow of the herd
master of verse, i give more energy to society than you f-ckers desserve
you consume propaganda like birds
throwing you bread from the curb
as you drive by in lambourghinis that my punk -ss deserves
cus i’ll cut a neck like an apple im taking the fruit bowl to h-ll
f-ck your life’s emotion, there’s no emotion in h-ll
like the ocean i’m swell
and with waves of audacity i’m calling you up like alexander graham bell
i’m the primary cell, lone unit with the ding like an alarm bell
face like the ring, b-tch in a well
with no way out so the evil propels
propellor, counselor – tell me i’m f-cked
i’m a deadbeat deadweight embodied in construct
cap of the pyramid, spark in the dust
in myself i trust, cus all this mainstream music’s making my hatorade sus

- witless

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