Most of you... are not on my level
Brag and boast and I toast you like a Breville
Left disoriented, dishevelled
Rock you like a pebble, rebel rap games Dyson Heppell.. Ha!
From Maribyrnong to Dandenong, Geelong to the Grampians I'm the thought provokin' dope smokin' rhymin' champion
And all comers cop a Stone Cold Stunner
Foot so far up ya arse I lost my runner
So virile
My style will leave you infertile and in denial
Wallowing in a pile of self pity and regret
Man I ain't even warmin' up yet
The track transforms to a terrorist threat

This is Browntown motherfucka
Get down or die
Need no crown, you know I'm that fuckin' guy
Ima boss.. but never worn a suit and tie and never lost
If you wanna shoot then try, but if you miss...
Kiss your life goodbye
I piss on your lips and bust a nut in your eye

Brown Daddy Supreme, Australian dream
I ball like Akeem, Wilt, Shaq & Kareem
And if you ain't on my team - redeem yourself
Before somebody starts to question your mental health
On that topic: The psychotropics got me feelin' misanthropic
You're lookin' Microscopic - may have to squash you like a household pest
No-one told ya? You're fuckin' with the best, consider yourself blessed
Able bodied Able minded to a degree, yet invalid compared to me
Don't call yourself an emcee
unless you match or patch these rhymes despatched straight down your hatch and catch this flow
Buzzin' like Benny Cousins bro!
A couple dozen bars soundin' like a fuckin' star
OLI D ON THE GUITAR !