Kerser - Don't f** With Kerser lyrics

Oi, you reckon you could pour us a drink? I'll go ya halves. Yeah, sick... Keep going man, f** me Don't f** with Kerser Don't [x6] f** [x3] With [x4] Don't f** with Kerser Don't [x6] f** [x3] With [x4] Don't f** with Kerser Drinks poured, ice cube. Drugs are my crew. Call them what you want ma, f**er I don't like you. Glide through with a shiv on the hip. I do recommend that you listen to this. Pump loud, got em shocked and they're staring and sh**. Most of them f**ing love it but they're scared to admit. I don't give a f** what you think, I'm from the streets. Pow pow past your house when I stomp the beat. Me and Nebz making sh** you ain't never heard before. Trolly tolten and c*nts like "that ain't raw". I'm a motherf**ing maniac, brain attack, ain't you wack. Flies on your lips motherf**er can you say it back? Di-di-didn't think so. Saying I'm a thug sh**. Tell me no progression when we just made a club hit. Fu-fu-f**wit. Best admit that we run sh**. Never knew we run it then we calling you a dumb crew. I'm so drunk that I can't stand up So much bourbon in the gla**, with the joints rolled up. Now I'm running through your club with my dick in hand. Never ever gave a f**. Never know to give a damn. Oi buddy you seen me up there or what. Yeah it was alright? Alright? What do you mean alright? Like, alright. I'm... I'm a f**ing sickc*nt mate. f**ing give me your money. Don't [x6] f** [x3] With [x4] Don't f** with Kerser Don't [x6] f** [x3] With [x4] Don't f** with Kerser Back on track but your tracks are wack. Only making moon-rap cause you can't adapt. Don't-Don't get me wrong lad I'm into that, just like to switch it up every time I spit a rap. If you hate me for that get your f**ing brain cracked, get your house ran through, get your brothers' chain smashed. f** Aussie hiphop man I'm finding it boring. Here 10 percent, the other 90 is corny. Bringing something for them people who be wanting a switch up. Switch up, chip bra, always being a sickc*nt. There's a fat s*ut, punch her mouth now her teeth look like fat chub. Take her handbag, only had loose change, tic-tac, dollar coin and a bit of food, mate. To-to-too late, still love all my sh** though. Got the wrong idea if you listen to this though. I'm so drunk that I can't stand up So much bourbon in the gla**, with the joints rolled up. Now I'm running through your club with my dick in hand. Never ever gave a f**. Never know to give a damn. Oi, can I have your number? Nah, f** off. f** off, you look like a pelican anyway. Huh f**ing who*e On a train with a chainsaw, tell me that I ain't raw. Walking barefoot, throw a knife through a claymore. Fuc-fuc-f** em-f** em all. shut the front I want a breast pic. Top top yes this nonsense what this pull your mic out and get the motherf**ing rob let. Never ever give it up. Come on bra, you really think I give a f**. I'm the realest rapper holding the mic. My other personality even told me I'm right. Yep-yep-yep-yep-yepyep-yep-yep, Mans up. Too drunk. Can't even stand up. I'm the man, bra. Your a fan, nah. Just admit you a fan of the man, nah. Something wrong? It's all good though ain't say my name but you motherf**ing should know. I'm so drunk that I can't stand up So much bourbon in the gla**, with the joints rolled up. Now I'm running through your club with my dick in hand. Never ever gave a f**. Never know to give a damn.