Nerve, Skrub - Lunch Bars lyrics

Ayo, hush, son (Ssh) , or get the fuck up
Catch me in the back of the
Club I'm putting my ones up
A numbnut bangin' my track in
The back of dump trucks
Like "Wassup?" Screws up in my
Cap like I'm a Munster
Yo, fuck a punter in the crowd
Catch me at the pokie, stat
'Cause it's a gamble for these rappers if
They think they dope on tracks
Without a feature, you ain't
Gettin' on my flow, son
'Cause who said you were dope… no one
I'd be lyin' if I said I
Wasn't in it for the moolah
Get the crowd like ooh rah, yeah
Only spat a two bar
But the shit was too hard
Kill it like I'm on a spree atop the scenе
Plotting schemes like a monarchy
Yo, thе Slim Shady look-alike
That high voice wannabe
Got them gold fingers
James Bond it like I'm Connery
I don't wanna see the
Schemes that you've written (Nah)
You ain't married to the game
So I can't fuck with you like Jud'ism
Yeah, soundin' like a yank, hmm, kinda wack
Man you jumpin' in the cypher like
T T T TeamBackpack
Hey, yo, scratch that, I put
Skinny crackers on the map, lad
Your trap rap's toxic
Catch me rocking a hazmat
You think your life just to party?
Then watch me crash that
Rocking up in matte black with
My pen and pad packed
Crowd going "bap bap"
Like Wombat when I drop raps
Yo, and just like him
You best believe I'm where the bongs at
Ayy, clock that
I'm always on track when I work the whip
Murkin' cliques when I turn a spliff
To a verse that's sick
I'm wondering how many rappers
In my furnace fit's
(All of 'em) 'Cause I burn 'em
Quick till they turnin' crisp
I murder kids if I haven't
Seen 'em earn a stripe
'Cause I con rad rappers with
The way I murder mics
Represent, the ugly punk with a dirty mind
With a face that makes girls I
Like wanna turn to dykes

Yo, we party and then we bullshit
Say you pack a gat, never seen you pull it
I smack 'em back to
School, kid, smashin' tracks
Back-to back classic raps
Lad, you should practise that
Matter fact catch a slap
It's the action packed brainiac
With the magic pad
Think your rappin's fat, man
I'm natural as my habitat
Yeah, I got you backtrackin' like a map
On some Manny Pac' when I smack
A cat till he's flashing back
Like acid tabs
Got you trippin' when I spit a verse
I'm sick with words, always leave
'em in a clinic, burnt
Tell me go to hell, nah
I'll bring the whole thing to Earth
'Cause these other rappers got no drive
'less they're in a hearse
Think you're ill with verbs
'cause you're a drill rapper?
I could rap overdosed on smack
But you're still wacker
Pill packer on some dumb type rap
Your album ain't a hit, son
Where the punch lines at?
Yeah, I heard your shit
Didn't understand one line spat
So if you're thinkin' 'bout dissin'
Better run right back
This ain't just some hype track
We stay real on the regular
Say what you want
But you still ain't impressing us
We steez it up
Greasy punks that never eat enough
'Cause every MC we see they flee
Or maybe been our lunch
For this past year on every single day, week
And month
So soon there's gonna be no more rappers
Left in the scene but us
Trust, 'cause you know it's Nerve
The verbal murderer
Servin' up words for the purpose of
Murkin' these herbs with a burner
You learnt from the worst I serve
A sermon in a fervent verse
Leavin' nerds perturbed and then return with
A curse for the Earth
Ugh, tell 'em, right now it's too easy
So catch me put the scene
In a box like Houdini