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[Intro: B-Pain] Ohh [Verse: Briggs] This year, I'm taking positions Cookie cut motherfuckers, meet 'em with them rusty scissors Smack you, backhand as I down the shoot Drown the liver, hopstep, now you missed me This is that degenerate, why they take a stab at me? You're popping your collar, I'm popping the clavicle Don't like the attitude, you can hit stop Mouth snap like Pitbull, the jaw's been locked in [?] up like Leatherface What were they thinking? Sticking Briggs with these featherweights (Huh?) A bit of taste, I'm deep in the crate, foot deep in your face My name resonates with the sorts of people Australian hip-hop celebrates Bringing it to you in a better way Time to notify the next of kin (For real) When I do what they don't, I bring what they think They're on that Mike Tyson shit, that desperate, important shit Got the boy Jones, lightning quick So, I'm a [?] and dope, you'll be the first to go Don't mean to boast, but here, most are jokes And I'll always get the last laugh Have your squad flying their flag at half-mast Can't finish, so don't start And I suggest ya backstep, unless you want to dearly depart [Bridge: Briggs] [?] This is legit—, legit— legit, rap The Briggs—, Briggs—, Briggs, is back [Why, why— you made me cheap is back?] The Briggs—, Briggs—, Briggs, is back Can't be stopped Brought—, brought—, brought up in Shep Motherfucker, learn, 'earn—, learn the name And what the fuck am I supposed to do? Kick this shit in autotune It's game on, son, and I came to win It's the jump off, now let the games begin And what the fuck am I supposed to do? Kick this shit in autotune It's game on, son, and I came to win It's the jump off, now let the games begin [Outro: B-Pain] Well, well, well, well, ooh-ooh Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Well, let the games begin Let 'em make the end Never let 'em finish, you got to let 'em begin