[Intro: Kerser & Charlene Dunne]
Tired cunt?
Kerser is the sickest, learn about it
Kerser is the sickest
Fuck's doin'?
Yeah
Oi cunt!

[Verse 1: Kerser]
In the studio with Nebs and, yep, we pop anything
Xanax with Endone and some cough medicine
Nah, you're not gettin' 'em hyped, I'm offsettin' my mic
I'm what "excellent" defines to be better described
Kerser, I'm your boyfriend's favorite
But then they get the shits 'cause their girlfriends play it
People love me, yeah, only hated by a whack bunch
Probably 'cause my crew jacked their shit and left 'em smacked up
Don't hate the player, they say hate the game;
You're why I hate Aussie rap so you can take the blame
I see coppers and I laugh 'cause you're not my equal
I'm sellin CDs and yeah this shit's legal
This is easy, gang shit, gutter rap
Spoken from a street view so you can't fuck with that
I want something back, I'm charging with interest
Don't say "what" to me, it's "beg your pardon", you bitches
[Hook: Charlene Dunne & Kerser]
Kerser is the sickest, Kers-Kerser is the sickest
Kerser is the sickest, Kers-Kerser is the sickest
Fuck all you bitches, fuck-fuck all you bitches
Kers-Kerser's at the club man, I'm the sickest cunt
Kerser is the sickest, Kers-Kerser is the sickest
Kerser is the sickest, Kers-Kerser is the sickest
Fuck all you bitches, fuck-fuck all you bitches
Kers-Kerser's at the club man, I'm the sickest cunt

[Verse 2: Kerser]
The attitude on me, you think it's fucked, ayy?
I don't give a fuck, fuck face
I'm in the southwest, a troop of soldiers by my side
You're with your girl, she sees the crew and she's like "bye-bye, guys"
How the fuck you know and where the fuck you been now?
How you know her? They're laughing like "see, lad?"
It's a hell of a life, I might just yell on the mic
I'm the relevant guy, you're the irrelevant type
Do you get me? Nah
I fuck around and tilt the world till the west is up
You're a festy cunt, you're not as fresh as us
I'll slap your little sister down till she gets me drugs
I'm on the bestest buzz, a straight reckless cunt
I'll leave your party laughin' with your fuckin' necklace tucked
You got a sec, ya slut? Well, hit the deck, you mutt
You need to check what's up, I got a nest of buds, what?
[Hook: Charlene Dunne & Kerser]
Kerser is the sickest, Kers-Kerser is the sickest
Kerser is the sickest, Kers-Kerser is the sickest
Fuck all you bitches, fuck-fuck all you bitches
Kers-Kerser's at the club man, I'm the sickest cunt
Kerser is the sickest, Kers-Kerser is the sickest
Kerser is the sickest, Kers-Kerser is the sickest
Fuck all you bitches, fuck-fuck all you bitches
Kers-Kerser's at the club man, I'm the sickest cunt

[Verse 3: Kerser]
You make me laugh there, saying your producer is fresh
Are you a dumb cunt, lad? My producer is Nebs
Enough said, I'll bump heads with all of ya's
We can brawl with words, I've got some terms that'll corner ya's
What they gonna do when I get to the spit?
Now I got 'em in position, make 'em tap out by submission
You see me, brother, with your CD cover
Have to leave it on the curb for you to ever be gutter
Motherfucker got a buzz on the street
They hold GotBeef events, cunts come to see me
I can brag what I do, and it's sad 'cause it's true
Think I give a fuck about a toy lad with a crew?
I do it properly, from street talk to comedy
Honestly, gotta be, watching me, topple these
Whack rappers and backpackers laid out
I'm coming from the street, so we never had the same route
[Hook: Charlene Dunne & Kerser]
Kerser is the sickest, Kers-Kerser is the sickest
Kerser is the sickest, Kers-Kerser is the sickest
Fuck all you bitches, fuck-fuck all you bitches
Kers-Kerser's at the club man, I'm the sickest cunt
Kerser is the sickest, Kers-Kerser is the sickest
Kerser is the sickest, Kers-Kerser is the sickest
Fuck all you bitches, fuck-fuck all you bitches
Kers-Kerser's at the club man, I'm the sickest cunt
Kerser is the sickest