[Verse]
(One, two, three, go!)
This is the shit that the haunted recite
Four men are formin' to fight
You're gonna die like a fish outta water, I pick out an orca
To slaughter and order some fries
Bored of your hype, bored of your life
It’s time that I saw me a psych
No wonder you're sweatin', I’m settin' the sauna alight
When I’m pressin' record on a mic, Lord of the Flies
You got some rocks in your head
If you honestly think your concoctions'll spread
Think of my enemies, lots of 'em fled
Think of my enemy’s, lots of 'em dead
Oxygen levels are lost in the drops
Of the treble so often I’m watchin' 'em beg
"What’s in the box?" "In the box?"
"What’s in the box?" "A hostage's leg"
If rap's dead then I guess I’m a zombie
You gon' leave in a mess if you compete
It's Complete, I suggest that you gronks
Show respect to the don, 'cause I'm destined to bomb beats
I’m on heat, who’s next for a long sleep?
Promptly you’ve pestered the wrong freak
Want beef? You’ll be necked in a song
Left in a pond, connected to concrete
'Cause I’m quite natural
I remember I rhymed at school
I was grade six when I made this
And I placed it inside of a time capsule
What I write is defined actual
What you write, I don’t find factual
You ain't shit but a fake bitch, fuck a pay slip
I’m excited to find shrapnel
Everybody better know I’m Jesus
You make a track and they hope I featured
I flow tight and my future is so bright
So bright it could give a strobe light seizures
Don’t mind me, miss, I just want to blow my speakers
Tryna give these hoes high fevers
Won’t find peace with a bloke like me, 'cause
I choked my meat till I broke my penis
Even though it is so tiny
Just to blow my seed gotta go buy tweezers
Don’t try beef or your throat might bleed
'Cause I know Tai-Chi and I don’t like divas
What you gonna try do
When I ride through with a knife, two Nike shoes
Five tubes of the right lube and a haiku
Whilst I try to fight you in the mic booth?
Guys who never tried blew (blue) like a Piru
But decide to rhyme rude for some nice views
Might lose with their eye bruised and mind screwed
My crew, you can find n*** up on 9 News
Hip-hop, yeah, I got it reinvented
Properly instead of mockeries that wanna be beheaded
'Cause you're gonna need a medic like your gonorrhoea spreaded
If you ever wanna bother me or offer me a zenophen
And the second that you corner (Conor) me you're gonna be McGregored
It's like everybody wanna be the prodigies apprentice
But they'll never get a nod off me, a lot have been pathetic
So you better fuckin' honour me, you're honestly indebted, and I'm
[Chorus]
I'm haunted, I'm, I'm
I'm haunted, yeah, yeah
I'm haunted, I'm, I'm
I'm haunted, yeah, yeah