Infallible, Versa (AU), 360 - Situation Critical lyrics

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

We're talking shit 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 fucked
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 fuckin' annoyed with toys talking shit
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

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That was good man

Cunts sick of it, bustin' shit
About to stick on some critics
I'm gonna catch a flick with your missus
Whisper sweet and disses in the ear
While I fucked 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 pussy 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 cunt who wants to battle
Me or from the townist in Fremantle
Wood on your saddle, go fuck yours
'Cause, I'm Hunter and I stay this coarse
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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
Spirit's 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 dick!
Stick your dick in a toilet
Because you're fucking shit
Look at these lame cockheads
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

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To get ahead of this scene
You're riding dicks 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 shitted 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 shit
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