Put to the Scimitar

[Intro]
You got it tuned to K-O-L-D, K-Old the old oldly station
Here's a little something you may remember from the good old days

[Chorus: Hunter]
Yea, Dj Vame yea Hunter, Dj Vame Hunter yea
Yea im a Aussie battler, first place finisher
Couldn’t fit the mold if I was made in miniature
Yea I’ll have a dig at ya, fit and full of vinegar
Take another step and you’ll get put to the scimitar

[Verse 1: Hunter]
I’m similar to some MC’s
But to others it’s like fucking chalk or cheese
I mean please don’t even try to comparе me
To the rest of thеse cunts cause it’s just not fair
I got so many years behind me
Fuck you’re an old cunt huntz, yea no need to remind me
You can find me at the pub Im a drinking pissed off cunt
Singing fuck the world and we blame you huntz
Cool cause I think I can handle that
Gimme the mic and I’ll rap n dismantle it
Then I’ll hand it back
Cause once I’m done I’m done
And that’s the end of the line
I’m taking rappers out 10 at a time

[Chorus: Hunter]
Cause im a Aussie battler, first place finisher
Couldn’t fit the mood if I was made in miniature
Yea I’ll have a dig at ya, fit and full of vinegar
Take another step and you’ll get put to the scimitar

[Verse 2: Hunter]
Cause I’m a vocalist with a twist
Never resist to bust this
When the microphones in my fist
I take a risk, list exists to get pissed
Through the mist, Hunter an Aussie lyricist
Fighting my way with no fuck like the mic
I hear a beat and ignite this fight
The criticism here’s my composition one part flesh and bone
And two parts wiggled, with one finger i dismiss em
Liking a pie heat the crowd like a bushfire
Dj Vame cut em up like some barbed wire
Snatching them up, till they can’t catch up
So these whack motherfuckers need to keep their traps shut
I snap up rappers like they was bras
Like the joke cause I keeping walking walking into bars
Ha Ha Ha Ha find that shit funny
Like Andy stub zone and sunny in the dunny
Yo I ain’t no dummie, so I need more money
So I jumped the jam roll and I got myself a honey
Now she’s a yummy mummy, for my eyes only
But I’m poet so I’ll probably end up poor and lonely

[Chorus: Hunter]
Cause im a Aussie battler, first place finisher
Couldn’t fit the mood if I was made in miniature
Yea I’ll have a dig at ya, fit and full of vinegar
Take another step and you’ll get put to the scimitar

[Verse 3: Hunter]
I’m a rapper everytime I step up to the mic
You know I got to rap it up and it sticks out like a mountain bike
Fully assembled and ready to go
So tell your promoter you want Hunter at your next show
Some rappers rap like in a thief stand
And cause of present they gotta get the lack of essence
I got the sense and the sensibility
I got the vocabulary and skills that establish me
As an Mc that oughta be respected
This is ugly I walk away uneffected
I be selected as one of the crew
Mc’s from Sylaboliks man you know fucking who
It’s Hunter a weapon on the M I C
Ain’t a rapper in the world burning me
No im certainly, rap fame resistance persistence
Taking rappers out I go the distance
My mission making mad shit for the sick cunts
Who think his is part of my witness
This is for the listeners
Hells kids and all the bitches
And the critics
Dickheads and Sylaboliks

[Chorus: Hunter]
Cause im a Aussie battler, first place finisher
Couldn’t fit the mood if I was made in miniature
Yea I’ll have a dig at ya, fit and full of vinegar
Take another step and you’ll get put to the scimitar

[Outro: Hunter]
Get put to the scimitar
You’ll get put the scimitar
You’ll get put the scimitar
You’ll get put the scimitar