Don’t Worry About How It Looks

Lyrics

[Intro: 360] Word life, yo Ha, I finna done been doin' that shit Homies, word Hahaha, yeah, yeah (Yeah) [Verse 1: 360] Talk about most media, "I hate it" They should report the news and not create it Every day obsessin' with anybody who's famous And make up there own little stories and go and claim it Australia needs for Damien Leith To save all his money made and go and straighten his teeth ("I'll fight you for it") And last week I went to lay on a beach And saw this hottie getting burnt, so I gave her some cream (There you go) I went to dinner with this elegant chick Made my mission to yell and tell her what arrogance is Made her shout me a feed and embarrass the bitch Dropped a fart and then screamed, "Your fuckin' manners are shit!" "I beg your pardon!" Yeah, you bet I farted Buy me a drink, I'm plannin' to get retarded Anyways, I'm off, you better not get me started But you better check the present I left in your parent's garden [Chorus: Joelistics, 360] Ain't tryna get [?] (Haha, yeah) Anything that you tell me to do ([?] one right off on the pumpkin patch) You and me got something good (A big nugget log) Don't worry about how it looks (One of them tree branches, dude, yeah) It ain't like we're new to this Slow down, let me give you a kiss Baby, I'm gon' take my time Lay back and let your body recline (Yeah) [Verse 2: 360] Dudes with no teeth are like, "Free '60" If I got kidnapped they'd say, "Free '60" I brush my teeth with Colgate 360 I only play the Xbox 360 (Ha) Yeah, that's right, Bill Gates did a guest spot But I'm suin' him for not puttin' me in the press shots I'll change my rap name to thing-ummy-bob So it sounds weird when anybody's givin' me props (Hey, thing-ummy-bob's dope) Yeah, this kid is a fox I'm so good, I mack girls while I'm flippin' 'em off Only big in Australia, like Erin McNaught is Nah, I'm fuckin' universal: bangin' Jennifer Hawkins And cats say that I'll never make it platinum So I'll buy my shit enough times to make it happen The Aussie scene'll prob'ly hate my rappin' 'Cause really I'm a pommy, I just fake my accent, ha [Chorus: Joelistics, 360] Ain't tryna get [?] (Fuck off, you twat cunts) Anything that you [?] You and me got something good ([?] put you in a fuckin' [?]) Don't worry about how it looks (Yeah) It ain't like we're new to this Slow down, let me give you a kiss Baby, I'm gon' take my time Lay back and let your body recline [Interlude: 360] Yeah, hey Joel Do you reckon you could just let the beat play for a little bit, man? I'm gonna whip out my Yazz flute and show Ron Burgundy How to do it, hey, check this out, ready? *Flute Solo* [Verse 3: 360] You all envy me I'm rap's MCG 'Cause that's where I like to walk my pet TV (Good boy) I gotta say this is the best CD ([?]! Vagina! Pussy!) I'm the MVP I'll be chillin' at the barber shop Tryna have a threesome with Tara Moss and Lara Croft (Womb Raider!) I'm gonna tell you why I'm hard to stop You know why? It's 'cause my motherfuckin' car's a dog (Woof) And he's silent, lookin' for a parkin' spot That's the only time you'll ever hear his barkin' stop (Silence) I'm at the vet clinic, tryna book my next visit For my pet midget for havin' sex with it (Sorry, fella) Chillin' with Black Panthers, coppin' lap dances "Get the fuck out, bitch, you don't meet my fat standard!" I'm a passionate rapper, I'm that candid In every interview I do, I only rap answers (Ha) [Skit: Interviewer, 360] So 360, uh... where did you grow up? Hey, yo, Melbourne, uh, yeah Okay... and, ah, how long have you been rapping for? Yeah, yo, about fourteen years [Outro: 360] Hahaha, yes Ask your mother 'cause she knows it She's seen it, she's done it, she's lived it And she's loved it, that's how it goes, bitch 360 Recognise, identify or step aside Motherfucker, what Yeah, okay