Painted With Blood

[Verse 1: Ken Oath]
For real bruz, I'm breakin' it up
Make it blatant as fuck that every word is painted with blood
Ya fuckin' faggots, backstabbers, traitors and such
I ain't sayin' you suck, I'm tellin' you you're fucked
I hit the scene with Bundaberg in me stream
A fuckin' animal, the streets wouldn't graze me
Go out in a shit fight with broken bottles and blazin'
I hate you cunts, I've got no fuckin' patience
I offered youse all out on "All In Spite"
And none of youse have said nothin', you bitches is frightened
Ride the lightnin', I'm tired of fightin'
Metholated Spirits, fuckin' clash of the titans
Motherfuckers scared of dyin', I'll kill you with words
Ken Oath, I'm here to take on the world
Keep talkin' shit, it's sweet, diss me
'Cause I'll spit it back in your face cunt and add insult to injury

[Interlude: Lazy Grey]
All right Ken
I ask you to come on here and fuckin' spit a rap
You're not gonna get fuckin' angrier than me on my own fuckin' record
So you check this out, yo (Check it, what? Check)

[Verse 2: Lazy Grey]
I wanna know how many men diss Ken
That themselves lack the skill to put thoughts to pen
They scared of words like fucker, you bastards end
We make music, break bad news, disaster's friend
I make amends with the devil, shit, I settle my debts
Death threats from my ex, sex like [?] with Tex
The Metholated Spirits, so let's just hear it again
I dissed all my mates, I'm lonely, now beer is my friend
We nearin' the end, that means we're approachin' the start
A new era that depends on this broken heart
Don't front motherfucker, yeah, you know what's up
Open heart surgery, now we close you up
You think I care? Fuck no, still we're takin' it there
Life the life of an MC, I ain't hear any cheer
With a crew full of rebels that won't settle for less
We hip-hop non-stop from the woo to our death

[Scratches: DJ Ransom]
"A 750—"
"750 Rebels not for nothin'"
"A 750—"
"750 Rebels not for nothin'"
"A 750—"
"750 Rebels not for nothin'"
"A 750 Rebel—"
"750 Rebels not for nothin'"