Grind Time Now Australia, Kerser, 360 - 360 vs Kerser lyrics

Yo it's finally here
It's that time of the year
Where you get reminded you're
Queer and your girl's
Forced to sit on a Heineken beer
This is where the shit stops, now
You got me pissed off
Without sounding corny what the fuck
You do to Hip-Hop?
I mean we flipping up the beats
But we street and raw
You jumping on the track like
"I can't sleep no more"
A couple years back with the festival song
You suckered in a crowd there's
No getting me wrong
That was a smart move so respect and props
What you'vе done from there's
Whеre respect was lost
But they just took the piss
Now the cunts are laughing


Just got started oh fuck off bastard
You been doing this for years
I'm the cunt that's coming up
You be chilling with the queers
I'm the one to run a muck
I'm a hit him with a uppercut
Then I'll throw a sucker punch
While he's eating fucking lunch
Giving Pez an undercut
You have a Canadian chin, with an Asian grin
Your forehead's so big it's like
Your face was in a tug-o-war to take the win
Some cunt tried to break your chin
And your forehead started caving in
I thought he can't get any gayer with
The shit that he repped lad
But then he went and got a
Fucking dick for a neck tatt
You be walking backstage
I'm getting head from your missus
You get fed to the fishes
And Pez has a disease so Pez is the sickest
I could staunch him right now just
To prove that he's weak
Take his iPhone, his wallet
And leave your shoes on your feet
"Fucking how ya going?" he's like "hey hi
Good mate" but he dresses so queer he makes
A gay guy look straight
And it's fucking hard for me
To try spitting these rhymes
When every time I look at him
The cunts winking his eye
So fuck your music playlist
'Cause you do the gay shit
I don't choose to play it
I'd rather fuck Sue from Neighbors
Anus while she's pooing razors, naked
That video you made, yeah that shit was lame
You was in the gutter
I'm a kick you down the drain
Then you doing shit like this
Like you running a muck
But we're face to face
Now motherfucker what's up?
You fucking round with Kerser
I ain't a battle rap name
Only doing this shit because I
Have to get paid
They giving me you so you're made to go back
Because you're about as soft
As your radio track

I'm sorry Sydney when Kerser gets home
He's going to come back teary
Asking for this battle to be unjudged
Because this dumb rat fears me
But everybody who's watching this
Shit is going to say that I won that clearly
That goes for this battle and
Against this fucking scumbag Greeley
See me and Greeley both agreed
On doing 90 second rounds
Told Lush One not to time it to
Give us time to get it out then on the day
Greeley raps for like 3 minutes in each round
So fuck this dog cunt he just proved he's
A weak bitch and a cheap clown
Now to this faggot from C-town
He thinks he's being real because
He's repping a gutter
But no one gives props to a cunt who
Thinks that Nautica is a respectable jumper
You reckon everyone loves ya
You take bitches home and expect
Them to fuck ya
But no girl wants to fuck a dude
Who dresses like a tennis instructor
I mean look at the way he dresses
Y'all that wasn't even a metaphor
Who the fuck you think you are? The only
Thing you're serving is a tennis ball
I'll give your crew the middle finger
While I'm grabbing my dick
Yo he think he got some swagger
'cause he rapping quite quick
He on some faggot type shit
Only time you'll take my money is when you
Clean my windshield at the
Traffic lights bitch talks about my tattoo
But he's so dedicated to getting wasted
He got a dragon on his arm 'cause
That's the only thing he ever chases
Me versus this bitch
You're gonna see Kerser's wig flip
I'll kill him so bad
He'll need a bigger moment of silence
Than me versus Kid Twist
We spoke on the phone
This faggot asked me what he needs to do next
Whether to tailor to the radio or
To be a true head
I said just keep doing you
That advice was from me admit it faggot
Everything that I have achieved is exactly
What you aspire to be
So don't think that anything you ever
Do will be inspiring me
The fact that you called me for advice
Just proves that your idol is me
So you and your lad peeps
Can stab me, kill me, whatever
I don't give a fuck if I'm leaving this
Life because with the legacy
I'm leaving behind
360 will be living forever

Yo 360 is like Biggie Smalls
The only difference is he's white
Thin and tall and his right missing ball
Falling and Flying i bought it
I'm lying i did hear a track named Child
On a crap wav file listened once
Jesus Christ you got a wack gay style
I mean you're a old cunt talking 'bout how
You hate your dad to see you maggot
I showed my dad
My dad told me to tell you "can you tell
Your dad my dad said your dad's a faggot"
This pedophile fuck gets nervous around kids
And that's why he choked
Round 2 against Twist
Listen man I hate you and
I'm really gonna kill you
I couldn't give a fuck how many
People say they feel you
Stab you in the throat Facebook
Put the phone down
Killed him in his hometown
Guess I'm going home now
Wait it's only round 2 so there's more to go
You wack just talk with the corny flow
Few jokes, ok but it's boring bro
Plus you look like you're about 40 yo
You old fucking sell out
On behalf of the Aus map
Fuck you for every metro you
Bought into Aus rap
I'll decapitate your head
Disconnect your neck
My rapping is the best, I collect respect
You acting for your rep
You shouldn't have stepped to test
Attacking what he said
Now it's time to debt collect
So I want another 3 Gs on top
Of GT's, so what they give me, i dropped
Him easy, it's not a CD, get shot
With BBs, nah not the he hes
I want ya cha-cheese
Your chain and your wallet and
The till at the front
You gotta pay a hit man
Man I'm killing this cunt
So spit your little jokes til
You're watching the fall
I just out rapped you
And that's what we're here for

He's acting like he comes to play
He wants to chase the fucking fame
He raps like this is something great
But everything's the fucking same
And people think this cunt's insane
He rhymes a lot it must be great
And people make some noise
But they don't know what the fuck you say
People mention the drugs that I'm hitting
Like you gotta be fucking kidding
How can someone do what I've done if
They live in that junkie system
I was going down the same path as Kers
And now I'm seeing that junkie twitching
But unlike you I decided to grown some balls
Get clean and start making
A fucking difference
I don't give a fuck if people think
It's wrong because it's fucking true
I was hitting everything under the sun
A lot longer than dude
But the fact that I got clean
Mid-tour and making songs I just
Proved that up here and
In here I'm a hundred times stronger than you
I've got a girlfriend now
A chick that I'm in love with
We upload videos doing stupid shit together
I ain't afraid to make it public
You been with your bitch for like 5 years
And you never mention that cheap toy
You'd upload video on YouTube but you don't
Because that bitch looks like Decoy
And her name is April
I came to tell you that
That bitch remains unfaithful
I might have been July 12th
1986 but guess what cunt
I still came in April
Fucking broke cunt rocking Dunlop kicks
So broke he only ever get his drugs on tic
He thinks he party like an
Animal but fuck off bitch
You're the only alcoholic faggot who
Gets drunk on dick

Yo it's funny he makes out I'm a crystal head
The only time I'm piping is when I'm
In bed with his bitch Crystal's head
In the southwest we burn rock
Stars til the crystals dead
So to sum it all up, after I ice you
Crystal's next
They say hard in the street but
That shit isn't real nah
Picture Sixty in the street and
He dacking that steel brah
I might get us drugs
He's like "yeah I feel ya"
But what if you didn't know a dealer, dealer
Your whole fucking image that is fake as fuck
Try to act tripped out
Like you're taking drugs
Answer this, if you be a crazy cunt
Why do you give me dirty
Looks when I'm blazing up
Sixty likes men's cheeks in his bed sheets
He can go ten deep before he gets sleep
I ain't gonna do jokes I got stuff to say
Your girl's nose hit my bladder
When I fucked her face
I passed her to Rates, Rates said no thanks
Passed to the boys, boys said okay
Passed to the streets, streets said no way
Now she's standing on the corner
And she go both ways
I knew it was true about
You missing a ball lad
When you went and had beef but backed down
From Short-Stack
You a popstar puppet little perky bitch
With your pop heart gutted with a dirty shiv
But, I drop start running
Because I murdered Six
You are not hard gutted you are a nerdy kid
Last time I seen you
You had a grey flanno in
With a gay yellow tinge
And I couldn't stop thinking look
It's Jay Leno's chin
That chin no shit, that is really steep
I bet that shit can hold
All of Greeley's teeth
I'm a fucking demon, you are fucking dreaming
Skinny mother fucker bitch you make
Me look like He man
Your bitch screaming, she swallow my semen
Dick in mouth I block her nose
That bitch is not breathing
You thought you would beat me
Is that really what it is?
You seen me get maggot
Pop pills and battle that faggot
Jay and started feeling confident?
Vs Jay okay I was off my guts
Tonight no way he'd say what is up
You just like Jay you look queer hooded up
Both gay
Both nerds and you weird looking fuck
I'll kill this mother fucker til
He moves in the dirt
Rocking up to his funeral
Fucking spewing up turps
Walk in straight spit at your
Crew full of nerds
And then I'll ruin the hearse
While I'm doing the Kers
So fight back, drop your head now lets go
Ever since 10 I've looked down on metros

It's funny how he raps like
He's hitting up groupies
Faggot it doesn't count when
You're slipping them roofies
So I bought his girl a drink and
I laced it with known sedatives
To give this scummy faggot a
Taste of his own medicine
I fucking hate lads all wear the same hats
All rocking stained pants
Every picture taken looking hard
In the same stance
Only go for scummy bitches, fake lips
Fake tan a romantic dinner is a ciggie
On the train tracks
So this battle's for all those innocent
Kids you and your mates bash
And those underage house parties you
Still fucking gate crash i fucking hate lads
Their dress code has that soccer club feel
Over the age of 25 and still on the bus, real
They spend every day popping drugs
Or chopping up pills
Call me metro when you wear polo
Shirts with the collars up, still
Yo when I sit here imagining his family tree
I see each member smoking a
Bong in a Slazenger tee
All his fans call me a sell out
Like it fucking matters to me
How can I be a sell out when I get 10 grand
A show but I still battle
This fucking faggot for free? Time cunt