Koala

[Intro - MiniCoop]
Fuck being musical we selling out now
(gun sounds)
Wheres my autotune at?
(more gun sounds)
(yeah shawty)
..thats better

[Verse 1 - MiniCoop]

We aussies and rapping on autotune
Sculling VB's what i oughta do
I'm holding them drugs in my holden
Can't afford me a ford that was portable
We stacking the Emus and Wallabys
Thats 50s and 100s you follow me?
We ballin' like AFL players
You know you're the shit when your cheque got apostrophes
You be getting high 420
We be getting pies four n twenty
Texting with your girl lord tempt me
We chill on these drinks more esky
My soul be blacker then vegemite
Got you acting bitter they said you might
Blinky Bill in this bitch and I'm killing this shit
On the grill and it's BBQ every night
Sausage in bread what i live for
If we out of sauce then go get more
My brand new ride is a kangaroo
I pull that shit right out the pet store
I act really shady around all the ladies
Because I'm a tradie (Fuck bitches)
Got a ute no mercedes I'm fanging it daily
My girl thinks I'm lazy (fuck dishes)
Koala koala koala
Fuck a panda, we koala
I act like a king when i come through
Mufasa mufasa mufasa
Burn City, Burn city
Find some bush weed to burn with me
I'm tearing the stage up in my footy blazer
That's something this shit up perfectly

[Chorus]

Fuck a panda, we koala, yeah
Fuck a panda, we koala, yeah
Fuck a panda, we koala, yeah
Fuck a panda, we koala, yeah
Yeah

[Verse 2 - Clue]

Not threatened when others be pulling a knife
On me thats not a knife, man I’m Dundee, (thats not a knife)
Drinking a Fosters, and grabbing a hat with the corks
To save me from the sun, geez
I’m taking the muscles and going to brussels
To hand out a vegemite sandwich, (land down under)
Then back in a moment, the flights not a problem
I’m flying with Aeroplane Jelly, (yeah)
I’m finding it hard to believe
I spit it and get them all raising their hands, (why?)
Its just cause i’m missing some teeth
Was raised in a house full of Collingwood fans
I’m drinking the nicest shit, (you mad?)
That $9 Aldi shit, (Goon Bag)
I’m bumming a ciggie or (two fags)
Keep losing my thongs (where my shoes at?)
Got the southern cross on my shoulder
(The original tattoo mate, well done)
Wheres the esky, needing a cold one
Crackerjack all these other bowlers
Sunburnt in the shape of my bluey, (fuck)
In the winter i’ll chuck on my hoodie, (yup)
Got the boys all around for the footy
Bringing the chips that they raided
At woollies, (fuck those new shapes)
What can i say man, i’m true blue
Kmart on my back, no Fubu
Drunk singing along till the ballad stops, (horses)
Hit the stores when we’re winning free paddle pops
Off to the barbie with alcohol
Running low so we head to the bottle-o
Kinda pissed now i’m tired of rapping
Can we drop to the hook, cunt i’m knackered (I’m fucked)

[Chorus]

Fuck a panda, we koala, yeah
Fuck a panda, we koala, yeah
Fuck a panda, we koala, yeah
Fuck a panda, we koala, yeah
Yeah