Russian Roulette

Lyrics
[Intro: Wombat] Yeah Wom-bat! What up Complete brother? Let's fuckin' smash these cunts cuz Show 'em that real lyricism brah Lyrical micracle spiritual type shit Brrrrrrat Yeah [Verse 1: Wombat] Yeah, I got all my rivals scared What's a pyro man to a fire man cryogenically frozen to ice a man? Product of my environment, full of lying scammers I was cooked like flipping Diazepam in a frying pan Now your favourite rapper's retiring You can't see I'm the greatest? Fuck it I'll even draw youse a diagram Your situation's more dire than mine was I was slinging Mary Jane to his misso just to spite a man Yeah, now I'm made of money like Iron Man A mix of Lеx Luthor and Superman when designing plans Sеtting fire to your designer pants They can't even tell if I was bluffing, nah you can't fuck with my slider hands Yeah, and now I ain't even trying man Better watch your wife, she might slide her hand up inside my pants Find me shooting at your feet, make it your final dance Empty the clip and your intestines end in your diaphragm [Verse 2: Complete] Doomed and demented, a mutant that Lucifer lended Sent me as a human to pursue his polluted agendas As soon as I entered, the beauty of music was mended Went and muted contenders and tuned it as crude as intended Me and Wombat, we're two of the loosest avengers With nuclear weapons so these studio booths have surrendered Bruises from benders but who'd've remembered As soon as the booze is ingested, we're some fugitive future offenders Yeah, and we're due for some stupid adventures We're super pretentious, you could choose to ascend us All the way to Jupiter and then we'll wait til the moon has descended Just a bass drum without a brace or a suit within seconds Too many uterus fruits have been dented They used to be scented and usually glued in their sections Then moved to another, the proof's in your mother I'm sorry but the truth is I suffer from rooting the groupie dependants [Verse 3: Wombat] Yeah, I get sick of slaving for cheap labour I'm a cheap skater, get greedy over that green paper I can't keep track of time like a speed data I see I'm five minutes away but then I'm arriving a week later Yeah, THC in my weed vapour Been blazing, I'm so sick of the scene lately Some rappers using their music to groom a teenager? Why you tryna go with a minor like a C major No wonder the fuckin' scene hates ya Check your girl's phone because I bet there is a picture of me as her screen saver Illuminati's been watching me as I sleep So I'll probably get replaced with a Deep Fake so see ya later I don't need mates, all I see is fake cunts Guess I've been a bit of a prick, it's a mean nature Now my missus said that she's sick of my behaviour See she's always asking my Ds so we're getting E's later [Verse 4: Complete] Perceive hate until I'm old and [?] Into a position where your missus is folding my doona When karma comes I'm uncontrollably ruder I'm bold and I'm huge as a boulder so it's gold that I told her I'm Buddah Screw the revolver I'm evolved as a shooter Assaulted The Fuhrer in Poland then enrolled as a soldier in Cuba Now I'm older, I'm revolting and ruder I'm bowl at a loser as I hold a bazooka at Lollapalooza The last time I had a scull of a schooner I'd stolen a scooter and rolled it in kouda then I halted an Uber Got a plane and flew the whole of Bermuda So you can mute Com all you want but who is the colder commuter? You know I'm frozen like I scrolled through a faulty computer And gave it a virus that's inside every folder and user The salt in my urine result gives Ebola a tumour Russian roulette? More like Russian that rolls to remove ya Cunt [Outro: Complete] Aye Oi Wombat Lemme try the thing Wrrrrrrah Haha
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Credits
- Producers
- Stu Bangas