Painted With Blood

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Ken Oath] For real bruz, I'm breakin' it up Make it blatant as fuck that every word is painted with blood Ya fuckin' faggots, backstabbers, traitors and such I ain't sayin' you suck, I'm tellin' you you're fucked I hit the scene with Bundaberg in me stream A fuckin' animal, the streets wouldn't graze me Go out in a shit fight with broken bottles and blazin' I hate you cunts, I've got no fuckin' patience I offered youse all out on "All In Spite" And none of youse have said nothin', you bitches is frightened Ride the lightnin', I'm tired of fightin' Metholated Spirits, fuckin' clash of the titans Motherfuckers scared of dyin', I'll kill you with words Ken Oath, I'm here to take on the world Keep talkin' shit, it's sweet, diss me 'Cause I'll spit it back in your face cunt and add insult to injury [Interlude: Lazy Grey] All right Ken I ask you to come on here and fuckin' spit a rap You're not gonna get fuckin' angrier than me on my own fuckin' record So you check this out, yo (Check it, what? Check) [Verse 2: Lazy Grey] I wanna know how many men diss Ken That themselves lack the skill to put thoughts to pen They scared of words like fucker, you bastards end We make music, break bad news, disaster's friend I make amends with the devil, shit, I settle my debts Death threats from my ex, sex like [?] with Tex The Metholated Spirits, so let's just hear it again I dissed all my mates, I'm lonely, now beer is my friend We nearin' the end, that means we're approachin' the start A new era that depends on this broken heart Don't front motherfucker, yeah, you know what's up Open heart surgery, now we close you up You think I care? Fuck no, still we're takin' it there Live the life of an MC, I ain't hear any cheer With a crew full of rebels that won't settle for less We hip-hop non-stop from the woo to our death [Scratches: DJ Ransom] "A 750—""750 Rebels not for nothin'" "A 750—" "750 Rebels not for nothin'" "A 750—" "750 Rebels not for nothin'" "A 750 Rebel—" "750 Rebels not for nothin'"