Walkabout (remix)

[Trem]
Going walkabout yeah
I slay rappers like gay bashers bitch ass
[?]Common wax and fitsies in commission flap lift shafts
Swigging hip flasks and casks in the Pinesford stand
With my mate Brad Strut we straight up bomber's fans
Down on the sands of St Kilda beach sneaking a peek
And freaks greased up with Reef Oil and sunbleached hair
Without a care baring their titties
I got the fridgey box stocked with two dozen Melbourne big mouth tinnies
And six jimmy and cokes to quench the blokes thirst and first to burst into
The bar and last to leave at curtains sun's falling pub crawling drunk brawling
Come morning I'm hung sprawled on someone's floor and
I'll never get that pissed again I swear to god
The hair of the dog's the only cure
So where's the grog shop I need to stop off for a tinny or two
I roll with piss heads we rip your disco biccie [?]crews, it's true
I come to grips with the mic and strike it like the (beleft?)
Leaving the scene of emcees beaten and bleeding to death
From the effects of my killing spree now why these chicken feet emcees are in some [cops?]
Spitting didn't freeze them off
Feeling strippers Gs sipping scotch and ice
You couldn't make the cut with pocket knives
This shit's a box and dice
Rock a mic coz the nights with the L Commish
Tell your bitch to douche don't want no groupies that smell of fish

[Lil Angry Man]
Open up your knuckles when I whisper in your shell like
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You were for words that filled with insight
That's right so sit tight pull up a chair and park your arse
Brad Strut and Lil Angry taking orders at the bar
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That verbal diarrhea is spreading fear like enema
Start ya from a far down onto it the sun is blazing up
Not in London cool like arbor they been raining cats and dogs
Well sorry let's ditch the dirt and early salad dodgers
Not even copper stoppers when we blast from 30 rotters
And if you want it proper ask the price from happy shopper
I can smell a special offer stinking up like doorway dossers
Cause it's fine to live like kings on student salaries
Eating bread with different sets of nuts but same family
But Lil Angry not when it all comes down to nerves
Puffed up pigeon chest to test the persevere like pulling birds
Should've heard the way she spoke to me
"Well you're now all painted sweetheart, wouldn't want your meat and two veg if I was starving"
I beg your pardon darling need to put a leash on all that jargon
You got a face like Frankie Carson if you were more sat in the garden
????? the last bell sounding eye gouging furrow browed growling
Make them squeel like kitten's drowning plus it's nice to see
And to see you nice Brad rough them up like Robbie players
Strip blaze our scheme with the mics

[Brad Strut]
Oi shitful features I know my kind of speeches
Peaches and cream I'm up in Cobram on the beach
With a beatbox bottle of Beams hands two feet
Socks shoes and a pile of spew 40 degrees hot
So what's new the pot's fumes make it a weed spot
Gallahs driving in cars far from the trees top
But who the police stop I will never cease hop hipping over rhythms
I'll spit and the kids a knee grot
Ease off don't know how to
I'm around like sleaze on Sydney streets and so glad that I bloody found you
Coz it's a hard call but that's the way the cards fall on the graffiti art wall
Brad attack y'all, fuck y'all, you're just a bunch of sissies at a function
Full of pissy puny minded blinded shmucks sucking on ciggies
Ducking when dizzies a dumb move in one groove I run through the brilliant
Badge and taking tongues tuned tightly
With this mic we walk many kilometres nightly while ya talk about ya shiesty
Naught equalling your swords feebling and poor fantasy and raws randomly
And caught candidly on camera
I haven't the stamina to be mad at ya mate
I take it out on the track and put you back down in your place
And that's great from bass straight i'm known to smash breaks with poems and walkabouts where i'm going