North of the Yarra

Lyrics

[Intro: Maundz & Seth Sentry] *Coughs* Jesus Christ Maundzy. Seth! It's that northern suburbanite shit. You know it! [Verse 1: Maundz & Seth Sentry] So here's the deal right (Okay) We was talkin' 'bout a song (Yeah) Seth [?] Maundz One, now that's the bomb Yeah, nah. What you talkin' 'bout? Let a rapper speak Dude, you been blowing up my motherfucking phone for weeks (Fuck off) I wanna freak the joint, spit the hard shit Yeah, but you been chopping and changing all the concepts It's like that Mr Sentry? Then check it out You fucking with the wise, man, and I ain't talkin' Beckinsale Check your mail, I just sent you a flow you fuckhead (You're a total cunt, Seth) Yeah, no wonder that no one loves us Or phones us up, so we just sit in our apartments And grow moustaches all alone in the total darkness (Shiiiit) I had a girl that was smoking like Joan of Arc But I robot danced at father's open casket and photographed it And we've grown apart since (Sorry, man) No one asked, bitch, pass the tomato sauce to eat the fucking coat of arms with I know I suck, shit, times are tough But we here making something out of nothing like MacGyver, bruh Fuck a rhyme, erupt talkin' about raw hype Cut the left side of your body off and you wouldn't be alright (I get it) Bunch of blah-blah, we got the Mars bars Rappers out of this world, I need myself a Jar Jar A socialite, above the grime like an overbite I'm broke and too tired like a cheap fuckin' motorbike [Chorus: Maundz & Seth Sentry] [?] don't want us, the underground neither But it ain't about that tonight (Shut your fucking mouth) [?] in the cut, got my hands on my nuts Yeah, we on that type of vibe (Piece of shit) You want that glitzy shit? Nah, fuck that You want that filthy shit? Nah, fuck that We them northside kids in your foresight Spit it how the fuck we like [Verse 2: Maundz & Seth Sentry] Seth, you Fawkner fuck, spit it I bought some sandalwood, waxed my balls at the candle store I got a date tonight, and I just hope she likes my blanket fort I'm sick of eating paddle pops and reading Asimov And jacking off into my last pair of fucking matching socks Gallagher meets Carrot Top, slice your melon off I talk props, the girls drop the kick, she on some Hasselhoff (Dude, you're such a chatterbox) But yo, I sounded hot Your boy freestyles like a bath full of Maxibons Never had a massive song, my album sold like a mastodon Selling Tassy Tigers in a [?] shop ([?]) Battlestar Galactica, the marathon vagabond Rhyming hot lines for the kids like a telethon Hang on, stop! Oi, Moindzy, look at this rash I got (Dude, I think you're sick) Oh okay, cheers man, thanks a lot Rappers sulking like my catalogue is catchy songs Hard rappers bore me stiff, I wonder why their albums flop? (Whatever, man) Try to line me in with rappers who are candy soft It's bad for your teeth, I choke a rent-a-cop with dental floss (Oh) Whenever I get pissed off a rapper gets his larynx cut (Really?) Take you out the game when I assassinate your character (Oh, shots fired) Nah, they'll never trace it back to us (But what about the bullets?) Ain't no rappers of this calibre (Nah) The silhouettes that let the gun powder in the barrels up Seth and Maundzy bring the beef to you like a cattle truck I'm sneezing on your salad bar, I'm tryna tune this air guitar We trashed the rental car (Rrr), I grabbed a hipster by his handlebars That's the team spirit, cue the theme music, been a teen mutant Since we drank the green ooze up out the canister! [Chorus: Maundz & Seth Sentry] [?] don't want us, the underground neither But it ain't about that tonight (Shut your fucking mouth) [?] in the cut, got my hands on my nuts Yeah, we on that type of vibe (Piece of shit) You want that glitzy shit? Nah, fuck that You want that filthy shit? Nah, fuck that We them northside kids in your foresight Spit it how the fuck we like [Outro: Sethy Sentry] Seth and Maundzy. Two fuckwits from the northern suburbs. This is probably the illest duet since Sonny & Cher, or Cher, or Cher. I don't know how the fuck to say her name, all I know is that joint was a classic. Give a fuck what you think, mate!