Don't F**k with Kerser

Oi, you reckon you could pour us a drink?

I'll go ya halves

Yeah, sick, yeah

Keep goin' man, fuck me, half

Don't fuck with Kerser

Do you drink?

Pretty fuckin' dodgy, huh?

Oh, fuck

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck

With, with, with, with

Don't fuck with Kerser

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck

With, with, with

Don't fuck with Kerser

Drinks poured, ice cubes, drugs are my crew

Call them what you want, ma'fucker I ain'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 starin' and shit

Most of them fuckin' love it, but they're scared to admit

I give a fuck what you think, I'm from the street

Pow, pow past your house when I stomp the beat

Me and Nebs makin' shit you never heard before

Charlie Poulton and cunts like, "That ain't raw"

I'm a motherfuckin' maniac, brain attack, ain't you wack

Eyes on your lips motherfucker, can you say it back?

Di-di-didn't think so, staying on my thug shit

Tell me no progression when we just made a club hit

Fu-fu-fuck wit, best admit that we run shit

Never knew we run it, then we calling you a dumb prick

I'm so drunk that I can't stand up

So much bourbon in the glass, with the joints rolled up

Now I'm running through your club, with my dick in hand

Never ever gave a fuck, never known to give a damn

Oi buddy, you seen me up there or what?

Yeah, it was all right, aye?

What do you mean all right?

Like, all right

I'm fuckin'

I'm a sick cunt, mate

Yeah

Fucking give me money

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck

With, with, with, with

Don't fuck with Kerser

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck

With, with, with

Don't fuck with Kerser

Back on track, bet your tracks are wack

Only makin' boom bap '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 fuckin' brain cracked

Get your house ran through, get your brother's chain snached

Fuck Aussie hip hop man, I'm findin' it borin'

Hear 10 percent, the other 90 is corny

Bringin' some'n for them people wantin' a switch up

Switch up, shit bruh, always being a sick cunt

There's a fat slut

Punch her mouth, now her teeth look like fat chub

Gra-gra-grab the handbag, only had loose change

Tic-Tac, dollar coin and a bit of food, mate

Too-too-too late, still up in my shit, though

You got the wrong idea if you pictured a disco

I'm so drunk that I can't stand up

So much bourbon in the glass, with the joints rolled up

Now I'm running through your club with my dick in hand

Never ever gave a fuck, never known to give a damn

Oi

Can I have your number?

Nah, fuck off

Fuck off, you look like a pelican anyway

Huh?

Fucking whore

On a train with a chainsaw, tell me that I ain't raw

Walking barefoot, 12 at night through Claymore

Fuck, fuck, fuck 'em, fuck 'em (Ready for the best here?)

Fuck 'em all, shut the front, I want a breast pic

Top-topless no nonsense, drop it

Pull your pipe out and get the motherfuckin' rock li-li-lit

What if they never-ever give it up-up?

Come on, bruh, you really think I give a fuck?

I'm the realest rapper holdin' the mic

My other personality even told me I'm right

Get them hands up

Too fucking drunk

Can't even stand up

I'm the man, bruh

You're a fan, ah

Just admit you're a fan of the man, nah

Some'n wrong, it's-it's-it's-it's all good, though

Ain't say my name, 'cause you motherfuckers should know

I'm so drunk that I can't stand up

So much bourbon in the glass, with the joints rolled up

Now I'm running through your club, with my dick in hand

Never ever gave a fuck, never known to give a damn