Don’t f*ck With Kerser lyrics

[Interlude 1]
Oi, you reckon you could pour us a drink? I'll go ya halves
Yeah, sick c*nt
Yeah
Keep going, man, f*ck me up

[Intro]
Don't f*ck with Kerser

[Interlude 2]
There you go
Pretty f*cking dodgy, huh?
Oh, f*ck

[Hook 1]
Don't- don't- don't- don't- don't- don't
f*ck- f*ck- f*ck with- with- with- with
Don't f*ck with Kerser
Don't- don't- don't- don't- don't- don't
f*ck- f*ck- f*ck with- with- with
Don't f*ck with Kerser

[Verse 1]
Drinks poured, ice cubes, drugs are my crew
Call them what you want, ma'f*cker I don'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 staring and sh*t
Most of them f*cking love it but they're scared to admit
I don't give a f*ck what you think, I'm from the street
Pow pow past your house when I stomp the beat
Me and Nebs making sh*t you never heard before
Charlie Poulton and c*nts like "that ain't raw"
I'm a motherf*cking maniac, brain attack, ain't you wack
Eyes on your lips motherf*cker, can you say it back?
Di-di-didn't think so, staying on my thug sh*t
Tell me no progression when we just made a club hit
Fu-fu-f*ckwit, best admit that we run sh*t
Never knew we run it then we calling you a dumb prick
[Hook 2]
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 di*k in hand
Never ever gave a f*ck, never know to give a damn

[Interlude 3]
Oi buddy, you seen me up there or what?
Yeah it was all right?
All right? What do you mean all right?
Like, all right
I'm f*ckin', I'm a sick c*nt mate. f*cking give me your money

[Hook 1]
Don't- don't- don't- don't- don't- don't
f*ck- f*ck- f*ck with- with- with- with
Don't f*ck with Kerser
Don't- don't- don't- don't- don't- don't
f*ck- f*ck- f*ck with- with- with
Don't f*ck with Kerser

[Verse 2]
Back on track, bet your tracks are wack
Only making 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 f*ckin' brain cracked
Get your house ran through, get your brother's chain smashed
f*ck Aussie hip hop man, I'm finding it boring
Hear ten percent, the other ninety is corny
Bringing something for them people wanting a switch up
Switch up, sh*t bruh, always being a sick c*nt
There's a fat sl*t
Punch her mouth now her teeth look like Brad Strut
Grab the-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 sh*t though
You got the wrong idea if you pictured a disco
[Hook 2]
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 di*k in hand
Never ever gave a f*ck, never know to give a damn

[Interlude 4]
Oi, can I have your number?
Nah, f*ck off
f*ck off, you look like a pelican anyway
Huh
f*cking whore

[Verse 3]
On a train with a chainsaw, tell me that I ain't raw
Walking barefoot, twelve at night through Claymore
f*ck, f*ck, f*ck em, f*ck em
f*ck em all, shut the front, I want a breast pic
Top-topless no nonsense [?]
Pull your pipes out and get the motherf*cking rocks li-li-lit
What if they never ever give it up
Come on bruh, you really think I give a f*ck
I'm the realest rapper holding the mic
My other personality even told me I'm right
Get them hands up
Too f*cking 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
Something wrong? It's-it's-it's-it's all good though
Ain't say my name 'cause you motherf*ckin' should know
[Hook 2]
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 di*k in hand
Never ever gave a f*ck, never know to give a damn