360, PEZ - Freedom lyrics

"Take you down to fuckin' Ringwood
Station and belt ya
Fuckin' head in with an axe pipe ya cunt"
Hot diggity (yo, people don't even realise)
Forthwrite, homeboys
I'm wearin' an ankle sock on my balls
Nice, so that way it sort of just
Just cups under

Ayo, Sixty's in the building
And I spit some shit you feel
Leavin' peeps in perfect health
In a critical condition
It's the limited edition, I write my rhymes
In the projects and change my
Name to Lyrical Commission
Ha! You all get it
You know when Sixty hit's the rhythm
'Cause all the clothes that I rock I
Bought from This Is It in Richmond
I sit and listen
When I flip the sickest spittin'
Like Weapon X and Ken Hell
I live for kicks and women
A binger with the bitters
Drinkin' gin and flippers
Writin' lyrics with a system with
A Liquor Switch in mixtures
With rims witnessing, my spit
Is blinging wicked, yo
I shift 'em in from England
They're the prince's rings but twisted
And when it comes to chattin' chickies
Shit is wicked
God, I need some moisturiser 'cause my
Fist and lips are blistered
I'm sick of zinging, so I spit some shit
Concealing how I'm gifted with the lyrics
Throwing dicks up in your missus bitches

"Hey, 360, that was a fuckin' good rap rhyme
I fuckin' liked that one if people
Don't like it then I'll fuckin'
Smash their skull in with fuckin'
Dove moisturising cream for being
Soft cocks and swimmin' in dandelions
Underneath the fuckin' rainbows
The fuckin' cunts where's that PEZ cunt?"

Uh emphatic ayo, now it's PEZ, I'm at it
I'm fixin' to get emphatic
And spittin' my shit as if
All my listeners didn't matter i'm sittin'
I'm kickin' back and I sip
On a drink and stagger
A binger, a liquor addict, no
Really I kicked the habit
But shit can happen, so listen
I get it crackin'
My writtens are really whack but I
Hit on a spliff and rap
I've been given it if you clap
A legit and it isn't actin'
I'm thinkin' this bitch is sick 'cause
My shit's from a different planet
Yo, I'll give the facts
I'm a hippie with different passions
I'm livin' off shitty rations
My fifty odd chickens hatched 'em
Or fish and chips
They're all twisted up in their package
The chips, i can get in quick but not
Fish if it isn't battered
Uh, ditch the wheelchair
Bitches all think I'm braggin'
I'm blingin' with rims
Switched 'em and fitted 'em to my wagon
I'm hittin' on chicks at random
And gettin' 'em into tandems
If sixty women give in
I will flip and I'll get a tantrum

Yeah
We're the best rappers in this country, bitch
Just don't know yet, it hasn't clicked
(ha ha ha)
"yeah, that was PEZ and '60 from Forthwrite
The band and if you talk shit about them
Then I'll snap one
Off on your fuckin' face and
Smudge it in ya faggot
Cunt! Don't be a fairy
Eatin' teddy bear biscuit's
Go run to mummy in your fuckin'
Ankle socks and Dunlop bollies fuckhead!"
Ha ha ha