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  • Idea Sep 3, 7:53 pm

    The rally mower1246

    Hey, Sloppy

    We been here for a decade

    now

    Sloppy, what we saying,

    bruh? Know you had to come

    back for a part two

    Yeah

    Ayy, ayy, ayy

    Bitch, I'm riding 'round in a

    clapped out Commy You don't like

    me? My G,

    I ain't worried I'm a fucking

    ratbag, bitch,

    I'm not sorry I do shit

    my own way,

    okay? I don't copy Pull up

    in the fucking Holden then I

    bounce off Bounce off,

    shut the fuck up,

    turn your sound off Who them

    boys who keep fucking up the

    town? Us Only sick cunts and

    mad dogs allowed around us

    Ayy, we out here flowing around

    Come to the M,

    motherfucker, I can show you around

    I'm holding it down,

    yeah, bitch,

    Holden is loud I leave my

    footprint in your face like there's

    snow on the ground You can't

    get up,

    bruh All the best,

    you'll be needing luck,

    bruh Buster,

    I'm a cheeky motherfucker Ayy,

    let 'em know my Commy's clean,

    this shit ain't rust,

    nah That's just the blood from

    the fuckers that I don't trust,

    nah They try to tell me

    I should rap about the cosmos

    So here I am,

    I'm giving you all what you

    fucking asked for I feel like

    Sammy in this sleigh,

    I'm fucking hardcore Flying through the

    red lights with Rudolph at quarter

    past four In the morning,

    a normal life would be boring

    I'm sorry,

    that's just the thoughts that I

    got, I'm just exploring Ignoring all

    the rules,

    I'm a ratbag,

    thought I told 'em If they

    ask me where I be,

    I'm in that Commodore roaring,

    going

    Bitch, I'm riding 'round in a

    clapped out Commy You don't like

    me? My G,

    I ain't worried I'm a fucking

    ratbag, bitch,

    I'm not sorry I do shit

    my own way,

    okay? I don't copy Pull up

    in the fucking Holden then I

    bounce off Bounce off,

    shut the fuck up,

    turn your sound off Who them

    boys who keep fucking up the

    town? Us Only sick cunts and

    mad dogs allowed around us

    Yeah, bogged out shitbox Commodore clapped

    out Chucked it in reverse and

    then I backed out Backseat sticky,

    itchy, smells like vomit Spanish from

    the servo and tents in the

    bonnet I be saving up a

    bit of guap Dropped 2K on

    a '98 shitbox

    Yeah, big props to the skid

    spot High shit,

    TikTok, burnouts,

    whop, whop Cunt,

    you're either deaf or you're a

    liar Smell that rubber?

    I'm about to pop a tire

    My dad said,

    "Don't come back if you get

    got" I tell him I got

    it covered and get the motor

    running red hot Sipping VB in

    a VT,

    windows down and the volume up

    We rolling through the mulley,

    the neighbours don't love it My

    brothers put cash and grin rubber,

    yeah, man,

    I'm a ratbag Bitch,

    I'm riding 'round in a clapped

    out Commy You don't like me?

    My G,

    I ain't worried I'm a fucking

    ratbag, bitch,

    I'm not sorry I do shit

    my own way,

    okay? I don't copy Pull up

    in the fucking Holden then I

    bounce off Bounce off,

    shut the fuck up,

    turn your sound off Who them

    boys who keep fucking up the

    town? Us Only sick cunts and

    mad dogs allowed around us

    Yeah, seen me 'round the decade,

    so brother,

    you know the comm up's real

    'Fore I changed the whip up

    with homey,

    yeah, I was slumming steel Driveway

    bogan, yeah,

    we took car legs,

    yeah, the love is real Wide

    open silver two-tone,

    you know the fucking deal Belt

    up off my guards in sockies

    and board shorts Run me up

    the wrong way,

    rest in peace to your yard,

    brother You ain't seen power when

    it rains Thousand horsepower,

    catch me in the Y6 Ratbagging,

    got it,

    it got him I VM Buick

    at Ecotec,

    bring the Super Six We all

    know only milks in litres less

    than this 5.7 LS1 forever We

    making fucking clouds,

    smashing the limiter,

    any weather Not a fucking chance

    you ever see me single pegger

    LSD's locked in,

    even if it's with my world

    Our hood nine has never been

    pinned like this right foot spin

    Put your left foot down,

    five grand if the cunt sing

    Bitch, I'm riding 'round in a

    clapped out Commy You don't like

    me? My G,

    I ain't worried I'm a fucking

    ratbag, bitch,

    I'm not sorry I do shit

    my own way,

    okay? I don't copy Pull up

    in the fucking Holden then I

    bounce off Bounce off,

    shut the fuck up,

    turn your sound off Who them

    boys who keep fucking up the

    town? Us Only sick cunts and

    mad dogs allowed around us

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