Elliot Waite - MAD MAX EPIC RAP lyrics

[Intro] Alright, fellas Ladies I'm not actually Australian As you can probably guess But uh, grew up watching a lot of Crocodile Dundee Neighbors And I'm gonna have a bit of fun with this one [Verse 1] I started with nothing They took it all Swapped it for a sunburn And a foot in the balls I'm homeless and hopeless These bogans are bogus Emotionally deprived And rife with psychosis They've gone and made max ferocious How mad this bloke is That'll stab you in the back With a broken bone And slash your scrotum I need to have the focus To build the Magnum Opus And plan a road trip So that I can go and tackle Scrotus He scrapped my black on black And that's a bloody ballache Messing with another fella's car? Not on at all, mate Never miss a war boy He's one foot in the grave When I twist the blade Never forget the look on their face Look, I'm not brave I just want to repay the pain I ain't saving the world There's no world to save [Chorus] I'm Mad Max Collect scrap To attach to my ride And drive the threat back I'm Mad Max I've left tracks From Gas Town way out To the outback I'm Mad Max I blast caps from blas cap And splatter the barren flats With flak I'm Mad Max I wreck tracks And make you crapp your kecks Like ex-lax [Verse 2] Just nipping out to nick stuff And then get stuck in big nothing But get stuffed If you think that I'll quit, huffing Unsettle the dust Above the speckles of rust I've got myself to help There's no one better to trust until I bumped into Chumbucket Through plum luck And it got me pumped up To have a chum who's up for Mucking in Tucking in Trucking Kicking up a motherf**ing ruckus Sick enough to sit in While I'm socking these s**ers When we hop in the vehicle I call shotgun That's not a metaphor, mate I've actually got one [Chorus] [Verse 3] I've got a ticket to ride To where the fittest survive To live here requires A particular type Of meticulous mind You need volition Munition and intuition to drive And that's what griffa provides It's not ufficient to be wishful And blag it You need the nads To eat a fistful of maggots From prickles to scrapulance Rippers and rammers You're going to need to be a dab hand With a wrench and a hammer The manic mechanic instilling panic Bringing havoc To these panoramic lands With my rampant antics Though it's dramatic I'm a cla**ic romantic at heart Hi honey, I'm home You won't believe the traffic [Chorus] [Outro] You guys are so nice Australia