[Verse 1 - Kerser:]
Our pay, got it sittin' in a satty bag
Me and nebs spendin' big
Yeah we happy lad
What you know about working on an album?
Watch it sell pop pills countin' thousands?
Put a bit aside for the boys on the inside
Play the music over phones so they hear us spit rhymes
I went from Nautica to Gucci
You rap fake cause you saw it in a movie
We rap life straight street when we represent
You ain't seen what we seen you ain't gettin' it
They used to laugh cause the brands was the no names
Now I rock gold and designer got no shame
Toe tag body bag any competition
Say you rootin b**hes, but ya f**in' co*k is missing
ABK that's the crew, that's the lifeline
Ya hear a click click followed with a bye bye
[Hook x2:]
Kers and Nebs taking over the rap biz
You hear our catalogue and ya thinkin' yeah that's sick
Yeah that's sick, that's street, that's the real sh**
Yeah that's speech that beat ya I feel it
[Verse 2 - Nebs:]
Kers n' Nebs kickin back on the lean, stackin' the green, slangin' crack to fiends Smashing the scene uhh
No need for me to say who the winner is
We made too much cash from these tracks, it's ridiculous
I'm lookin' at these other rappers tryin' not to laugh
Popping xanny's in the studio I'm high as f**!
Ya mrs heard my s**y voice on the nebulizer
Now she is beggin' me and textin' me to get inside her
Coked up, I party keen on the party scene
Even f**in' Charlie Sheen said he can't compete
When it comes to beats, n-e-b is hard to beat
Slurpin' on a cup of lean 'til my face is army green
This is the real sh**, I'm I'll with I k** this
You been doin' it for years and ya still sh**
I made this beat and I hit the jackpot
Nebs leavin all you rappers lookin' like wack gronks!
[Hook x2]
[Verse 3 - Kerser:]
I gotta fetish, yeah a fetish for the ashcay
I blew up now a buncha f**in' lads hate
I think they mad cause I brag about pay
An they still pissed off on da back of the train
I'm in da club with my crew, yeah we're easy to find
Aussie rap needs balls, yeah leave it to I
Never ever hold a grudge cause we handle it quick
I'm on stage ya misses tryna' put her hand on my dick
Yeah this time around I be claimin' I'm king
I keep it raw proper Australian, ya dig...
Fresh c*nt, drip swag on ya new rugs
Hypocrite when I tell ya not to do d**
If I'm out than ya likely to see
My f**in' eyes out my head an' I'm grindin' my teeth
Kers and Nebs, KNR call it what you will
And when nebs mixed this I was poppin' pills, for real!
[Hook x2]
[Outro x2:]
S-C-O-T - Sickest c*nt Out There
NE to the motherf**ing B's
This beat's (dope yeah) OR (is pumping)?