The crims! When the get go gets hard I put on the best shows Cus the anger unleashes, I address most This aint techno for meteros best know This is some crazy shit for me, I owe a debt yo I was doing this sound before it got labled gutter rap Writing about my life at 15, so shut your trap Muthafuck the posers that mutter crap Talk shit, get hit, I'll hunt you lads You jump this fad cus this sounds in Cunt be glad you're not getting pounded And the upper-middle class that say they're sick of drugs and the violence Hip hop license revoked! You must be tired Of me, of the scene, of the truth, of the drive that's in Breegz Give me all your mic's, rhymin's for these I point to the crim's, the dealers; the poor, I'm dining with each Give me all your mic's, rhymin's for these You must be tired Of me, of the scene, of the truth, of the drive that's in Breegz Give me all your mic's, rhymin's for these I point to the crim's, the dealers; the poor, I'm dining with each Give me all your mic's, rhymin's for these Yeah fuck it, huh, give me all your mic's rhyimin's for these!

You try and write like this guy but cry in fright My tongue sprays violence, opponents will die tonight Buy my rhymes you say, but I ain't a gardener... ...I aint buying 'shit', buy some 'piss' is what I'd rather Is there any lies in your music, you better tell Patrick Cus I can pick a fake like I'm telepathic Dwell in traffic, still you won't crash the scene You're like pigs with swollen ankles tryin' to catch a fiend Pop artists who mix match rap, get bitch slapped, rats! Treat 'em like junkies with a fit pack - 'stabbed' I got a nick nack for rap, you're small minds like tic tacs, fags Snappin' fuckers in two like a kit kat cracked I'll kidnap the next rapper that says they're gutta When last year they were rappin' like Pez and Suffa You're all coke heads with broken noses, you're 'bitin cunts lines' I'll go to you're fake shows broseph, sizin' up guys

The sun is up and I'm happy Layin' on my bed just relaxing Beer in my hand practicing my shit Got a hoe on the phone, she's comin' over We can play here or I'll pull out the sofa High sprirted, I just finished the sails Maybe this dealers life, isn't so stail I'm holding in my worrys and blurting out the enjoyment I know now I can beat unemployment Gotta get there and focus, concentrate A dumb cunt no longer mate After this, girl, I'm goin' partyin' High as a Rastafarian go get your cardigan, I'll be your guardian Yeah she can come, if she don't she better not wait up I'm breathin' in perfect Cus I'm happy below and above the surface (Chorus) You just have think of who you love to happy Or ya just have to feel some love and be happy If you're still not happy, keep tryin' Cus one day I sware you won't feel like dyin' Oh I wish I could stop ya cryin' I'm gonna keep on strivin' to alive and Try to be law abidin' Oh Lord, I hope I'm not lyin' Who am I when.... ...the happiest people look into my eyes? I'll stare right back at 'em till they relise I will be them! Get over my fears and feel relief If I did you wrong can you just breathe? If not, can we just believe? Of course people wanna hurt me Friends and the hateful that's a certainty But I'm still searchin' to be free Lurking at my way, at way past three Put those cuffs on my wrist and lock me up I'm still gonna try man, i'm gonna try to give a fuck

I'm redeeming myself for me and me only Cleaning myself up makes me lonely But fuck it, my mates wanna do drugs they can do them You wanna punch on, thieve, you can Since I quit dealin' my mates barely come around A select few still ring and hunt me down But if I gotta get clean I gotta do it properly That mean self isolation and self softening If my mates don't understand I'll face the mockery I have as much chance to get my life ahead as I do the lottery Just month ago the doors started knocking Got told to hand myself in by the coppers Hip hop is meant to be my saviour But gutta rap lived is hells nieghbour Getting fired from my job doesn't make things easier Distracted by the voices in my head, fuck schizophrenia (Chorus) Calling out your name but no ones here to hear me Looking for your features but I can't see clearly Writing a letter to no one but I, like dear me I struggle, I hurt, and you still fuckin' fear me x 2 Just feel me please Punch on's make me feel like I'm fighting my own demons I'm fighting myself when I take on cunts for no reason My past tried to defeat me and nearly won Fueled by anger and regret almost killed me once When I was in the mental ward I promised God I'd never get high again Now I'm smokin' speed and doin' lines with friends Lookin' at the mirror I feel so ashamed Can't tell my family cus I don't want them to deal with the pain Knowin' my whole life I gotta work with mental illness The diagnosis alone gently kills us I couldn't work while my head was gettin' attacked This shit's gotta sell, I gotta ahead with rap Dead this crap before the benders ruin my life And the punch ons make me paranoid, I'm always persuin' a knife The music's slippin' like I need glue on the mic Cus the crime and drugs are loopin' like flies I gotta start doin' some right Never got a hook up at my a dozen shows Mum says I need a girlfriend but she doesn't know No chick wants me cus I'm a fuckin' loser That's cool, I'd just fuck up her life up and abuse her Went to the shrink today feelin' like a spastic Didn't tell him about these suicidal thoughts and their drastic Psychiatrics ain't helping Patrick I need a miracle, an act from God, some fuckin' magic Didn't tell him about these new delusions either A tough man bottles troubles up when no solution meets ya Thinkin' about when God almost had me I could be dead, but I live on madly If I have a test there's no one to cheat off I gotta start tryin' my best and to be strong I can't down that pills, can't put that coke, can't put down that gas I'll be a zombie they stare at, that's Pat

Drugs gettin' in the way of my dream Pingers and rack turn me into a highbeam I needa write a track But I'm pourin' lines out the sack Choppin' a rock so blind to the facts I ain't gettin' no younger, times slippin' away No money for studio, instead I sniff it away Finally got off the pension and found a job More coin made my addiction double now I'm drowned in grog No matter what, no one can say my sound is soft No one can say the underground is lost But who am I kidding? No one listens to my music Even if I start dissing use, use refuse it No gigs for a while, I turned down the ones offered I was too busy comin' down from gas to be bothered I'd be lyin' to you if I said I was off it Another line, another tablet, adds another nail to my coffin (Chorus) I love my music BUT DRUGS Won't let me do it DRUGS Yeah drugs refuse it DRUGS Talent looted DRUGS Shove my music DRUGS Won't me do it DRUGS Yeah drugs refuse DRUGS DRUGS Seein' cunts gettin' big with this sound just watchin' I buy another ball, I see no other options No one know's how bad I've got I feel so bad when I get off my head, a blind cyclops I won't get' distro cus I don't try Lines, beers and pingers, oh my Again a man with a plan But I swap my dream with grams A hundred grand in a mass slum Spent all my cash on drugs This line, this tablet, I sware it's the last one I'm playin' myself, I rack my funds Fuck music, this is trash, I'm done What other fuckin' choice have I got? I'll stop doin' drugs when the voices stop Off my head while I'm recordin' this boy will flop Still drinkin' me and my dad, lives destroyed by drugs They'll try to get me up, I won't be movin' bro Foamin' mouth, blood oozin' from the nose My fragile mind lost in delusions show Whats it like to be sane? I used to know Another bag of coke, I'm spendin' all my coin This is how I'll be remembered by all the boys It's like I'm surrenderin' to the toys Its such a fuckin' effort to do my noise Denial is the key to live by when you're gettin' high I can't keep shovelin' lines, I'm gonna fuckin' die Losin' true mates and fam cus I'm gettin' high Snortin' em instead of jottin' em, down my fuckin' lines Say hello to addiction, goodbye to music, goodbye

Sometimes I wish I was crook again, that's when people showed they care I'm so lucky they cared, sometimes I think I have a great fam Then there's other times when I'm not so sure I wish they were screamin' at me 'till their throats sore Cus these days they don't say shit, everyone's evolvin' I miss when mum would grab my problems and solve 'em Even though they're their, they don't give a fuck I'm holdin' in emotions cus they don't wanna listen up And my mates just use and use, abusin brew Sniff my drugs, selfishness chew through my crew I'm hurtin', suicidal and death is a release... ..an escape, a portal, grab death and flee I'm on a tightrope with no net and no pole Wished for a better life but no go Bipolar, I'm up and down and like a yo yo Now I can't get back up cus of the so so (Chorus) (I'm fallin') I can't eat I can't sleep In a clock with a cuckoo Too dieck (deep) (I keep fallin') My two feet Seek and meet defeat End of the spiral I speak this bleak speach No hoes are rootin' me except for the hookers When I like a chick they intercept the lookers Us as siblings we kept a big secret I can't cope no more, I don't wanna keep it Angels and devils fight for my soul Hateful. On the level I'll die before it's told I hate being touched, I hate when I'm held Fuck death, I'm leavin' this stare and I'll fuckin' dwell West oz or S.A. put a couple of states in between us Off the grid, no fam, no mates, no visa's I look at my childhood and feel like vomiting Cus the abuse got me wishin' for a lobotomy Offering only my thoughts and my pain Rappers tellin' me to tone it down, not till I sort my brain Wonder why my raps are filled with insanity and violence? Picture my sadness when you close your eyelids

He hates himself Fuck his raps he doesn't rate himself If those poof cunts didn't, he would've raped himself Fuck his money, best mates raked his wealth Drugs, violence shaked his health Mental and physical He's gentle but criminal Mentally ill, special and disses you Will eat a missile but missiles you He can't pick up chicks They think he's a gronk then he tells them how he used to stick up kids They think he's crazy or lyin' And the cunt only spits his fibs when he's hidin' His childhood Which evidently made him a wild hood The reason he's violent and suicidal. Should He snort more coke? Raught more blokes? No root tonight cus whores hate broke He tells his new mates about his fights that's all he has They all laugh and mock him beyond his back Not knowin' before he got thrown in hospital, he was untouchable These days knives and fights make him paranoid instead he's drunk and drools Fucked at fuel Fuel meaning the cunts that used to burn his fire Gangsters and hard cunts who were after him cus he stuck up for himself and his mates and learnt to fight ya A fuckin' has been Has been arrested, has had cunts try to kill him A fuckin' has been Has been in the mental ward tryin' to make a million A fuckin' has been Has been on the edge of the cliff about to jump off the Skillion A has been A fuckin' has been Yeah a "has been's" built in, yo yo yo He lives with his mum Twenty-seven still a dick to his mum But it's all he'll take a shiv for his mum All his life he sold drugs out her house Feelin' like he's gotta mug cunts for the drought They say he's soft cus he still lives with his parent But what would you do to stop only one you love from being perished He was scared of cunts home invadin' and pullin' a gun for his stash Watchin' his mum get bashed Fuck that he risked all he had And for what? He's never hit a check Since he got out the game all his felt is disrespect Famous rapper nah he missed the jet In neglect He still spits his rhymes knowin' nothing will come out of it Got a job watchin' his mum tryin' to get outta debt A white boy it's all his fault, can't turn to Malcom X Rememberin' when he lived in a bad nieghbourhood shit house To suburbs, good house to good house near the beach When motherfuckers were callin' each other Breegz Then his mum went broke, the pain was pacin' Moved into a half house next to the trainstation He thought his raps would move 'em back On Channel V freestyling about the street life but apparently his rap book was wack Failure after failure this when you couldn't find gutter rap in Australia He would tare out his hair but he's through living with wrath Too depressed to care that he's gettin' mimicked on tracks He's finished with rap His own friends hate him and who can blaime 'em Soundin like a bitch complainin' about his brain and how it's insane in He thinks back to when he was a kid Before the teenage years, before he was offered a stick Visiting his old boy in his caravan Or seein' his Nana sell her van and move into a houso in 'derroland' He didn't see poor, he saw love It's hard to feel it when he's on meds or on drugs As he mixes his pills and gak into lines His life flashes before his eyes A kid again Sick fucks fiddlin' Gettin' checked for ADD Ritalin Adolesence: fights galore, holdin' that shiv again Family passin' away missin' them Ditched by friends, sellin' sticks to them Young adult, drugs, drugs, drugs Tickin' them pills, sellin' them, pingin' man Introduced to coke snortin' cinnamon Skinny body, localism, tribes like Indians Mum cryin' he's in the mental clinic, lost the plot Schizophrenic, bipolar, anxiety, he's got the lot Alcoholism in his late twenties and guess what? The hot plate ain't gettin' empty Can't get a cheque, he tried, he hates plenty The fates tempting Pat's over this shit He's through being high and skit He would slit his wrist but he's too much of a bitch Pulls the trigger now he no longer exists

I got that buzz like a big line of rack Riding through Terigal on fuckin' lions back Sirens, crack! Like I still sell hydro sacks White or black, right on site, you'll be bashed You can't compare your drug use to me and my mates habits Just dashed outta the ward wearin' a straight jacket Call me aussie hip hops Mark Chapman Obsessed with Suffas house, I need his fame, fast actions Past bashin's and B 'n' E's, chased by fingerprints Rubber gloves and burnt cars are the missing links Pourin' pingers and gak down the kitchen sink Fishin' for quid, don't do missions for chicks I aint goin' halves when I steal creditcards Cut my chest, I'll sit in a rocking chair and let it scar It's soothing when I sell gold for tinnies Grew wings just to drop bombs on the whole city (chorus) Buzz a biz a biz buzz biz Waitin' in the cells speakin' ancient languages Biz a buzz a biz buzz biz In the drain lookin' for coin like scavengers I got that buzz like a bees ear Luci in the sky now Puffin' magic dragons from lights on 'till lights out White out my minds eye, tear ducts remain dry I shed my shell I find it easier to just stay fried Bide time 'till comes kickin' my doors down Perception comes back, synthetic turns to raw sound Down town corner, I aint sellin' to nobody though The body of work, like an arsenic tally ho Tally ho, deep in my own world I go I go up in smoke like the westcoast in two triple o The next episode, check the guide "Smoke weed everyday" Yeah Thats the way I live my life Eyes red like a machete carved straight through my forehead The abortions of eye sockets, wipe your face on the doorstep The more ripped I get, the less I fall apart Like: 'can anyone hear a tree if it falls in the dark'

Deaths a trip like LSD I'll end it here effortlessly Method of an MC Ready to snap Slept on and cracked I'll put Centy on the map Lines of Charles gettin head in the back While the landlords dead in me flat Voices in my head chatting away - CHAT, CHAT, CHAT Till I put a bullet in my brain - BRLAP, BRLAP, BRLAP Not full of it - insane - FAT CATS SPLAT Then I'm on the front page - PATS AXE CUTS Run in your home no doorbell - RATATATAT Pat attacks brats - moneys in their memory Dont tell em nothin like when Pattys in therapy Jealousy? Ok, but I fuckin hate rich cunts Schizo on the pension - waitinglist for the 'mish bruz Which fuck hopes to die? Ill make you promise, than stick a syringe in your eye Speed in the fridge with the pie On a bindge with no dimes Devilish grin, I smille with Satans teeth Im pedalin sins, you come crazed in your sleep Cut off a piece of my mind it's the day of the Breegz Too much cannabis They got me seeing therapist Take these pills for your own fuckin benefit A medalist I got my silver chain Pussys try and rap like this, Ive come to steal their fame Peal my brain, welcome to Lobotomy Class Forgotton to ask Cops cant start stoppin me bra I spit pictures your copying my art Beef alot of it I start, Im thirsty for a pint of blood Did lines in class now Im doin lines in the club Im gonna die from the drugs Wake then buy me some cunt Hire some guns And fry me some lunch Take the throne from a lying drunk Ridalin and Valium in his paws Balencing on thoughts My hypemans more talented than yours Im a malice in the courts A schizo hangin with Alice and Dwarves Actin falice in the stores Travellin on a horse Fuckin Debby, sendin Dallas to the mourge In the courthouse the gavel hits floor Gravels in my corn and all over the sink I cant rap now Im too sober to think Im a walking deathwish A talkin dead kid Breathless in a burning house with no exits Next bid. Hitmen jumpin up to take me Obsessed dickheads actin like they wanna rape me Gay shit, stop talkin about me Like the cops wishin they had me sorrounded Paranoid I need another anti-psychotic Trying to level myself like a depressed manic on chronic Shock therapy wont work get me atomic Electronics sendin godly messages Schizo brain tryin to crack the codes; they're oddly definite Got no ediquet but I flow fast A truent student, I got no class A dope art like paintin heroin Mixin turps with cough medicine I really really wanna OD! Say these raps arent real but you dont know me If your a gun or a chick come blow me Im unholy I aint tobacco you cant roll me You cunts are dingers about to get popped Like rap singers that add pop to hip hop Im a winner cus I flip I dont flop No flip flops. Bitch what!