Kritikal Sound

Uhh, let me just punch some more of this red wine It's a kritikal sound Yo I'm a verbal ship of Theseus Just the greasiest Style icon In the Brisbane scene Pretty clean for the tip shop I flip-flop Small pond small fish Camping at the pinnacle Tip-top Come to think of it Never thought much about my legacy Let it be remembered No-one as VW Touareg as me No other rapper growing radishes and Ravishing vixens My cock just fits in Your dad Why are companies always trying to get me to eat bugs I do drugs I don't eat Each bowl knocks the wickets This beat is wicked and ominous An omnibus of the top three Brisbane beat bois Is just BEAT MEAT Rogue, Wiz, Monk, heat One, two, three, four It's a silly thing All the ibis runs on Is all that consumes the creative wing That shit that I feed into my song The city never been more Monetizing These beats be than ever ostracizing From the life of sniffing coke that Easy You'd have thought We'd live to smoke an Easy Uncancellable My bitch the food, Gretel & Hansel I cannot fit the mood Towels wet in the udders Ragas getting them nude Now setting the spotters Rogue hanging with Monk and Wizard Wu-Tang in the taste of a future nerd Yeah, yeah Album of the next verse Oh, Kritikal Sound Kritikal Sound Yeah, Valleysound the new genre in town Yeah Yeah I was chillin' Listening to "Is This It" But it ain't shit Television rip off, trip Valleysound Instrumental prod. Monk & Rogue We form like Voltron Ego combination dangerous And we cant be faded like a Star Wars scene transition BEAT MEAT eat feet like dick cheese I lick these hoes toes so hard that I read their thoughts Monk, I cum every time you recite a sutra Yeah, I f*ck up lines like a blooper Boil you in a spoon Fore I shoot ya, up Bust nuts, five illegitimate children All called goblins My cock throbbing while I spread my seed Call me Abraham While I live, to one hundred and eighty-three UHH