(Hook: Captain Crunk)
Running through the city with my bros
20 bands on me lord knows
You're a pagan your plan got exposed
You and your man and some hoes
(Verse 2: CIZZLE DIZZLE)
We take the piss in this generation of memes, wherever my band camped takes center stage of the stream, in the Tasmanian rap penetrating the scene, the en devour forever never hesitating to dream like Celine's Jeans vision busting at the seams when I'm wandering for wisdom like its hurting at my teeth, you be reppin' cold feet like a baby at the beach, I disagree that an argument is worse than to agree because to say a lack of understanding is an understatement, all the people want to learn is how to fund a payment, all the words of every verse of mine are unrelated, but that's what happens when a punk will try debunk the matrix
In hobart I'm out in town for the night sale, I'm known to spit in mobius till homes think that I'm pale
In obar I'm surrounded by the white males, guys will even try to buy a spider for some white tail
Australia the result of a pom burglery, Iggy Azalia, a failiure, Ron Burgandy equivalent, singing a script, its concerning me, BP Cizzle -d on the front of the mercury
I'm not an activist I lack the facts and insight
And as a pacifist I act as if I win fights
I'm feeling ga**ed you met my match I'll gladly ignite
My tracks are trash I'll take them back or out on bin night