Situation Critical lyrics

[Verse 1: Infallible]
I'm sick of MCs that freeze and have a rhyming disease
You're like [?] spitting only [?]
So listen to me, I know what you're destined to be
If you're messing with me, I'll leave your corpse dead in the sea
Seeing critics want addition but they never wish for it
Speaking [sh*t] behind my back and, even then, they whisper it
We're talking sh*t without proof, you lose another tooth
The honest truth, in the booth, I hit harder than Costure Zoo
These geeks on the internet scheme
[?] infinite, tell them to get f*cked then hunt their modem internet
The joke's on you, wailing like your opinion was relevant
My damn meaning is adamant, you're just cynical and arrogant
I'm f*ckin' annoyed with toys talking sh*t
Behind backs, so you void like promises delivered by Steve [?]
I've got the time for Cyclops [?]
[?] the moment this rhyme stops, I'll have you with my [?]

[Chorus]
This the situation critical, the media subliminal
They pack the sh*t before it gets physical
This the situation critical, the media subliminal
They pack the sh*t before it gets physical
This the situation critical, the media subliminal
They pack the sh*t before it gets physical
This the situation critical, the media subliminal
They pack the sh*t before it gets physical
[Interlude: Hunter]
That [?] was good man

[Verse 2: Hunter]
c*nts sick of it, bustin' sh*t, about to stick
On some critics, I'm gonna catch a flick with your missus
Whisper sweet [?] and disses in the ear
While I f*cked you up, drinkin' all of your beer
I heard you're queer, not that there's anything wrong with that
But you hang around Peran and charge two bucks for [?]
You dirty rat, you're just a pus*y cat on [?]
With Trials' styles, truly unique
Infallible (what?) I was just saying that I'm infallible
I don't bail at any game that I play
It's a game to me 'cause I came to Mel' to see the big lights
Get down and dirty like pig fights
Reignite to [?] any c*nt who wants to battle
Me or [?] from the townist in Fremantle
Wood on your saddle, go f*ck yours
'Cause I'm Hunter and I stay this coarse
Situation critical

[Chorus]
This the situation critical, the media subliminal
They pack the sh*t before it gets physical
This the situation critical, the media subliminal
They pack the sh*t before it gets physical
This the situation critical, the media subliminal
They pack the sh*t before it gets physical
This the situation critical, the media subliminal
They pack the sh*t before it gets physical
[Verse 3: 360]
I smack cats while leavin' their tracks blind
They act phat when they just spittin' some wack lines
I jam-pack some anthrax makin' a van slide
If you act kind, I'll leave you with a flat line
I make lyrics to break spirits and take minutes
Out of their lives, sayin' how much I hate critics
Talkin' in the newspapers, tryin' to steer [?]
Their ballsacks about the size of my earlobes
Kiss my arse, suck my di*k!
Stick your di*k in a toilet because you're f*cking sh*t
Look at these lame c*ckheads, these bloody name droppers
And they're just lame honest, I'm breakin' their frame on it
And if you step to me, you step to your idol
My lyrics state the [?] like celebrity titles
Showin' you cats, I've got the master, see
Name yourself one-eighty, you're only half of me

[Chorus]
This the situation critical, the media subliminal
They pack the sh*t before it gets physical
This the situation critical, the media subliminal
They pack the sh*t before it gets physical
This the situation critical, the media subliminal
They pack the sh*t before it gets physical
This the situation critical, the media subliminal
They pack the sh*t before it gets physical
[Verse 4: Versa]
To get ahead of this scene, you're riding di*ks like a saddle
These critics accuse me of using pre-writtens in battles
But they can't handle when I dispose the flows that are pitiful
With lyrics full of words that rhyme of an artist ain't sh*tted on
Knock 'em down like skittles if they refuse to back down
Dissing established artists when you haven't got a track down
A lot of people these days are writing the same dummies
Think you're an MC because you've seen 8 Mile?
All right, because I'm about expressing myself
If you're expecting the well, then here's my confession of doubt
Neglecting the crowd, wack even if you doping sh*t
These media critics only give us props when it's appropriate
Otherwise, it's lame to be teaching kids about violence
Aerosol artists using Krylon to [?] graffiti tyrants
After you're finished distinguishing, the crew has been diminished
I suggest you keep your distance 'cause I'm finished with these critics