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kerser - don't fuck with lyrics

[interlude 1]
oi, you reckon you could pour us a drink? i’ll go ya halves
yeah, sick…
keep going man, f-ck me, half

[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 pr-ck

[hook 2]
i’m so drunk that i can’t stand up
so much bourbon in the gl-ss, with the joints rolled up
now i’m running through your club with my d-ck in hand
never ever gave a f-ck, never know to give a d-mn

[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

[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 t–th look like fat chub
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

[interlude 4]
oi, can i have your number?
nah, f-ck off
f-ck off, you look like a pelican anyway
huh
f-cking wh0r-

[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

- kerser lyrics

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