Correction Lyrics 360 vs Kerser by Kerser

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Yo it's finally here
It's that time of the year
Where you get reminded you're queer and your girl's forced to sit on a Heineken beer
This is where the sh*t stops, now you got me p*ssed off, without sounding corny what the f**k you do to hip-hop?
I mean we flipping up the beats but we street and raw
You jumping on the track like "I can't sleep no more"
A couple years back with the festival song
You suckered in a crowd there's no getting me wrong
That was a smart move so respect and props
What you'vе done from there's whеre respect was lost
But they just took the p*ss now the c**ts are laughing
Just got started oh f**k off b*st*rd
You been doing this for years, I'm the c**t that's coming up
You be chilling with the queers, I'm the one to run a muck
I'm a hit him with a uppercut, then I'll throw a sucker punch
While he's eating f**king lunch, giving Pez an undercut
You have a Canadian chin, with an Asian grin
Your forehead's so big it's like your face was in
A tug-o-war to take the win
Some c**t tried to break your chin and your forehead started caving in
I thought he can't get any gayer with the sh*t that he repped lad
But then he went and got a f**king d**k for a neck tatt
You be walking backstage, I'm getting head from your missus
You get fed to the fishes
And Pez has a disease so Pez is the sickest
I could staunch him right now just to prove that he's weak
Take his iPhone, his wallet, and leave your shoes on your feet
"f**king how ya going?" he's like "hey, hi, good mate"
But he dresses so queer he makes a gay guy look straight
And it's f**king hard for me to try spitting these rhymes
When every time I look at him the c**ts winking his eye
So f**k your music playlist
'Cause you do the gay sh*t
I don't choose to play it
I'd rather f**k Sue from Neighbors anus while she's pooing razors, naked
That video you made, yeah that sh*t was lame
You was in the gutter, I'm a kick you down the drain
Then you doing sh*t like this like you running a muck
But we're face to face now motherf**ker what's up?
You f**king round with Kerser, I ain't a battle rap name
Only doing this sh*t because I have to get paid
They giving me you so you're made to go back
Because you're about as soft as your radio track

I'm sorry Sydney when Kerser gets home he's going to come back teary
Asking for this battle to be unjudged because this dumb rat fears me
But everybody who's watching this sh*t is going to say that I won that clearly
That goes for this battle and against this f**king sc*mbag Greeley
See me and Greeley both agreed on doing 90 second rounds
Told Lush One not to time it to give us time to get it out
Then on the day, Greeley raps for like 3 minutes in each round
So f**k this dog c**t he just proved he's a weak b*t*h and a cheap clown
Now to this faggot from C-town
He thinks he's being real because he's repping a gutter
But no one gives props to a c**t who thinks that Nautica is a respectable jumper
You reckon everyone loves ya
You take b*t*hes home and expect them to f**k ya
But no girl wants to f**k a dude who dresses like a tennis instructor
I mean look at the way he dresses y'all that wasn't even a metaphor
Who the f**k you think you are? The only thing you're serving is a tennis ball
I'll give your crew the middle finger while I'm grabbing my d**k
Yo he think he got some swagger 'cause he rapping quite quick
He on some faggot type sh*t, only time you'll take my money is when you clean my windshield at the traffic lights b*t*h
Talks about my tattoo, but he's so dedicated to getting wasted
He got a dragon on his arm 'cause that's the only thing he ever chases
Me versus this b*t*h, you're gonna see Kerser's wig flip
I'll kill him so bad, he'll need a bigger moment of silence than me versus Kid Twist
We spoke on the phone, this faggot asked me what he needs to do next
Whether to tailor to the radio or to be a true head
I said just keep doing you, that advice was from me
Admit it faggot, everything that I have achieved is exactly what you aspire to be
So don't think that anything you ever do will be inspiring me
The fact that you called me for advice just proves that your idol is me
So you and your lad peeps can stab me, kill me, whatever
I don't give a f**k if I'm leaving this life because with the legacy I'm leaving behind, 360 will be living forever

Yo 360 is like Biggie Smalls
The only difference is he's white, thin and tall
And his right missing ball
Falling and Flying
I bought it
I'm lying
I did hear a track named Child on a crap .wav file
Listened once, Jesus Christ you got a wack gay style
I mean you're a old c**t talking 'bout how you hate your dad to see you maggot
I showed my dad, my dad told me to tell you "can you tell your dad my dad said your dad's a faggot"
This pedophile f**k gets nervous around kids
And that's why he choked round 2 against Twist
Listen man I hate you and I'm really gonna kill you
I couldn't give a f**k how many people say they feel you
Stab you in the throat Facebook, put the phone down
Killed him in his hometown, guess I'm going home now
Wait it's only round 2 so there's more to go
You wack just talk with the corny flow
Few jokes, ok but its boring bro
Plus you look like you're about 40 yo
You old f**king sell out
On behalf of the Aus map, f**k you for every metro you bought into Aus rap
I'll decapitate your head, disconnect your neck
My rapping is the best, I collect respect
You acting for your rep, you shouldn't have stepped to test
Attacking what he said, now it's time to debt collect
So I want another 3 Gs on top of GT's, so what they give me, I dropped him easy, it's not a CD, get shot with BBs, nah not the he hes, I want ya cha-cheese
Your chain and your wallet and the till at the front
You gotta pay a hit man, man I'm killing this c**t
So spit your little jokes til you're watching the [?] fall
I just out-rapped you
And that's what we're here for

He's acting like he comes to play
He wants to chase the f**king fame
He raps like this is something great
But everything's the f**king same
And people think this c**t's insane
He rhymes a lot it must be great
And people make some noise
But they don't know what the f**k you say
People mention the drugs that I'm hitting
Like you gotta be f**king kidding
How can someone do what I've done if they live in that junkie system
I was going down the same path as Kers and now I'm seeing that junkie twitching
But unlike you I decided to grown some balls, get clean and start making a f**king difference
I don't give a f**k if people think it's wrong because its f**king true
I was hitting everything under the sun a lot longer than dude
But the fact that I got clean, mid-tour and making songs I just proved that up here and in here I'm a hundred times stronger than you
I've got a girlfriend now, a chick that I'm in love with
We upload videos doing stupid sh*t together, I ain't afraid to make it public
You been with your b*t*h for like 5 years and you never mention that cheap toy
You'd upload video on YouTube but you don't because that b*t*h looks like Decoy
And her name is April
I came to tell you that that b*t*h remains unfaithful
I might have been July 12th 1986 but guess what c**t, I still came in April
f**king broke c**t rocking Dunlop kicks
So broke he only ever get his drugs on tic
He thinks he party like an animal but f**k off b*t*h
You're the only alcoholic faggot who gets drunk on d**k

Yo it's funny he makes out I'm a crystal head
The only time I'm piping is when I'm in bed with his b*t*h Crystal's head
In the southwest we burn rock stars til the crystals dead
So to sum it all up, after I ice you, Crystal's next
They say hard in the street but that sh*t isn't real nah
Picture Sixty in the street and he dacking that steel brah
I might get us drugs, he's like "yeah I feel ya"
But what if you didn't know a dealer, dealer
Your whole f**king image that is fake as f**k
Try to act tripped out like you're taking drugs
Answer this, if you be a crazy c**t
Why do you give me dirty looks when I'm blazing up
Sixty likes men's cheeks in his bed sheets
He can go ten deep before he gets sleep
I ain't gonna do jokes I got stuff to say
Your girl's nose hit my bladder when I f**ked her face
I passed her to Rates, Rates said no thanks
Passed to the boys, boys said okay
Passed to the streets, streets said no way
Now she's standing on the corner and she go both ways
I knew it was true about you missing a ball lad
When you went and had beef but backed down, from Short-Stack
You a popstar puppet little perky b*t*h
With your pop-heart gutted with a dirty shiv
But I drop start running because I murdered Six
You are not hard gutted you are a nerdy kid
Last time I seen you, you had a grey flanno in with a gay yellow tinge
And I couldn't stop thinking look it's Jay Leno's chin
That chin no sh*t, that is really steep
I bet that sh*t can hold all of Greeley's teeth
I'm a f**king demon, you are f**king dreaming
Skinny mother f**ker b*t*h you make me look like He-man
Your b*t*h screaming, she swallow my semen
d**k in mouth I block her nose that b*t*h is not breathing
You thought you would beat me, is that really what it is?
You seen me get maggot, pop pills and battle that faggot Jay and started feeling confident?
Vs Jay okay I was off my guts
Tonight no way he'd say what is up
You just like Jay you look queer hooded up
Both gay, both nerds and you weird looking f**k
I'll kill this mother f**ker til he moves in the dirt
Rocking up to his funeral f**king spewing up turps
Walk in straight spit at your crew full of nerds
And then I'll ruin the hearse while I'm doing the Kers
So fight back, drop your head now lets go
Ever since 10 I've looked down on metros

It's funny how he raps like he's hitting up groupies
Faggot it doesn't count when you're slipping them roofies
So I bought his girl a drink and I laced it with known sedatives
To give this sc*mmy faggot a taste of his own medicine
I f**king hate lads
All wear the same hats
All rocking stained pants
Every picture taken looking hard in the same stance
Only go for sc*mmy b*t*hes, fake lips, fake tan
A romantic dinner is a ciggie on the train tracks
So this battle's for all those innocent kids you and your mates bash
And those underage house parties you still f**king gate crash
I f**king hate lads
Their dress code has that soccer club feel
Over the age of 25 and still on the bus, real
They spend every day popping drugs or chopping up pills
Call me metro when you wear polo shirts with the collars up, still
Yo when I sit here imagining his family tree
I see each member smoking a bong in a Slazenger tee
All his fans call me a sell out like it f**king matters to me
How can I be a sell out when I get 10 grand a show but I still battle this f**king faggot for free?
Time c**t

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