Mangaka

Lyrics

[Intro: Wombat] Yeah, Wom-bat! Let's get it [Verse 1: Wombat] Yeah Rhymes are like a shotty, cock it back and get ya The kick will have them spinning backwards doing capoeira Break apart my bars and put them back together Making rappers practice, doesn't matter, they're still wack as ever Yeah, Rikodeine with antihistamines I'm mixing up a potion like a lab professor I'm not good at keeping secrets so I had to tell her I'll demolish their whole discography with an acapella Yeah, witness the omniscient God spitting on this Likе watching a locksmith get out from prsion I'm that mixture of John Wick with a bomb ticking Mixed with Godzilla and King Kong, I'm a don with it Yеah, all of my songs written in nonfiction Stop tripping cause I get lost in, I've gone missing Yeah, still they do not listen Still, they do not listen Yeah, chop up a mix and I spin it with White Ox Go for a joy ride til the whip is a write-off They're shivering cause I'm sick, I've been pissing them right off I'm a monster like Kyle, put my fist through the dry wall Cause when I listen to em spit, I get sick, I get tired of it If it isn't reliable, been licking shots and I'm sipping on Fireball I get so pissed, the whole room is finna spin like a vinyl Bitch I get fried, just look at my eyeballs [Verse 2: indigomerkaba] Yeah, mull up a mix like I'm cutting my wrists Stumbling and sick, munted and twisted, I'm chucking a fit Buzzing from chucking stuff in my stuff, yeah the mud that I sip I'm sick with it, dirty heroin flow, won't recover, I quit (Fuck that) I got em hooked, they're coming back for more I swing for defence with my back to the wall Stand and brawl, never fall, I got my eyes on the prize Fakes talk with a disguise but I can see through their lies, you fucking dickhead Yeah, could cut the tension with a butter knife Had to wake em from their slumber, the industry lost its fuckin mind 'Bat and I combined are the reminder of why The skill of rhyme over shine, no recycling lines I glide on the beat silky smooth, no flow can compare Show no emotions to a opponents, so ferocious Prepare, to be shocked right out your seat before the end of the track But as soon 'Bat sent this shit, I had to send some shit back (Boom boom boom) Argh, yeah rhymes fatter than Casey Donavon My rhyme patterns are crazy, magnificentm, proper Your rhyme patterns are lazy, novice, gronk and imposter I shatter dreams like Jordan punishing motherfuckers I'm gunning these motherfuckers with it (Fuck off) A Tommy-Gun motherfucker, never stutter these motherfuckers I've come for the top, gun me down, I'm son'ning these motherfuckers Like Sunnah and A-Dot, we running this motherfucker Hahaha [Verse 3: DAMIAN ILLIC] When it comes to this, we're as good as any You're better off in your mum's cunt so just pull ya head in No consent to get in her womb, she's refusing entry Your two dimensional evolution is rudimentary That's what you call getting under-belly's like you were Benji Be humble, sit down like the hook by Kendrick Have you cancelled cause even the way you look's offensive Butcher words & steel bars, a chopper of books in Pentridge Wombat is a Chainsaw, we're circular We're about to go in, ring indigomerkaba With the berserker bars, consider me working class Who'll never give up, imma stick it out like a twerking ass Rrrrgh, watch her hit the pole like em swerving cars Losing control, now on foot patrol on a murderous path Never a wrong step, I got sturdy calves Necking a long neck like I merk giraffes Oi Batski, I got your back like a Turtle shell Everyone will get spun, fuck it, we'll spin the world as well Know Nicki loves what he's witnessing from eternal realms Rest in peace to our brother, rest of you burn in hell