On the 79 to Richmond.

Your crew all fools, no chancers, second rate interest, you look like your family practices incest, so as the beat slows and the music collides, remember to reconcile, an inch or a mile, the style? Wild.
I cross state borders racking and hording from Borders, so don't look me in the eye when it's obvious you cut corners.
Go cut your wrist or something, do us a favour, about to smoke some Hellburn kush, how's that for a fresh flavour?
But all things aside I came to bring the walking dead alive, all the while pepetuating mass genocide with cyanide laced verses and voodoo laced curses. You can't hurt this, or my squad, cos when we kick down ya door, poles and truncheons leave you more than sore.




"C4 TO YA DOOR NO BEEF NO MORE."
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On the 78 to High St.

The clinic is where I'm headed, this is it, the sedatives got me deaded, leaving critics critcally molested by the double breasted, balling? I own the rights to the broadcast, and all I see is you sinking, flag at half mast. I'll send in a girl to milk ya pole correct, all the while she's giving me half ya dole cheque! So how you feel 'bout that, girls play guys, but I fire straight back.

Polo Sport.

And there's gotta be an easier way to stop the pain
When the red worm spits sadistic rain into a cold vein
Decipher this, get dissected
Like a medical cadaver, you'se just practice.
Fact is,
You speak with no thought, pretext or clarity,
So harden the fuck up, all the girls wanna marry me?
I'm a misogynistic bastard with a heart of gold,
Associating with kids who kick doors and girls who dance with poles,
But the irrelevant shit you bit from me is always given back, you twice as wack as when you first picked up a Flat Black, didn't even know how to rock a stock cap, fancy that, little chap, wanna rap battle? Pick a word and I be burning you herbs like a stoner resorting to a candle, the style you can't handle,
It's like a broken suitcase, your one strap short of a sandal. And I be fucking bored of all this fancy shit, gimme a few cones, a feed and a fuck, all my dead mates back and when I gamble, better luck.





It's been a year and you're still rocking. Love you Kristian.

BULLET AND A BRACELET.

If I lost some heavy weight, I'd be sad, you'd be glad, they said Punk was just a fad, but that crank you spin got you flipping mad. And I ain't talking about that fixed gear shit, it's that put this in ya pipe and smoke that shit.
I be ready to squirt up the skirt, the only thing you got pulled was ya chain, face down in the dirt.





I need to find a peep show.

YOU SIT DOWN TO PISS

I won't remember, but you'll never forget THIS.
You big dirty greasy fucky outgunned toys, wake up.
AIN'T SHOOK.
HKSA TAKING OVER.


















You should of shot me when you had the chance.

HKSA DAY ONE

METE DZE SKORCH DONE SWOB DIPSA THORT
YOU ALREADY KNEW
ESTABLISHED CHAPTERS, IM SIR, YOU PAGE, LIKE BOOKS IN THE PRE PRINTING STAGE.
UNDRESS IT, GET TESTED DEPRESSED KIDS GET DEADED WHEN DREADLOCKS ARE THREADED SO DONT GET ATTACHED THERES TOO MANY ISSUES AT STAKE WHO IS GONNA CRY AND WHOSE GONNA BANG AT YA WAKE?
HANDING YOURSELF IN IS LIKE GETTING ARRESTED TWICE
YOU KNOW WHATS COMING.
EVEN IF I GET REMANDED IN CUSTODY, ESHLAYDE IS GETTING FUCKED AND ALREADY IS. AIN'T SHOOK. NEVER WILL BE. YOU SCARED TO BOMB YOUR POSTAL, WE'VE SHAKEN MORE IMPORTANT HANDS, INTERNATIONAL AND COAST TO COSTAL.
Don't know when I can be able to post next so here's some guy in a Hell Kimono looking relaxed waiting for HONEY KHICKEN.
WE ON THAT STANDARD ISSUE KIMONO SON STRIPES ALREADY EARNT WE GOT OUR CLICK TIGHTER THAN ME ON A DATE
BITCH WE GOING FOR A WALK
FUCK BITCHES GET MONEY
OH I LOVE THIS TOWN FOR THE APPROACHABLE FEMALE ROBOT SUBIACO GIRLS. IT'S LIKE, CALL OF DUTY ZOMBIES LAD.




TOYS BEST PREPARE HERE COMES THE PAIN

HOME OF THE HCP

KOBANE DELVES PIER SNOBE SKALE BYLE EKLS HCP



Spice from Sydney, Endo from Perth, Barney from Perth, Link from Perth, Pzor from Melbourne, Gosep from Perth, Torcha and Baizer from P Town and five urr it to whoever can post who that tag above the Link bottom right sticker says.
Five lad.

YOUSE TOYS 'N LAMES,
BROTHER OF JESUS WITH A LARGE INHEIRITANCE, SO .22, BWAP, SMOKE MARY. I SQUIRT DAMES, PAINT TRAINS AND STILL HAVE TIME TO PLAY COMPUTER GAMES.
Fuck this, I got a red velvet sheet,
LARGE.
Talk to you suckers when the city gets swapped.
YOUR TEAM WEAK, LET ME SPEAK.

FUCK YA DEMANDS

I FUCKING STONE WOMEN LIKE THE TALIBAN
WHO GIVES A RATS VAGINA WHAT YOUR CUNT OF A BRAIN THINKS
IT'S THE RATS IN YOUR VAGINA THAT MAKE YOUR FUCKING CUNT STINK
BODE CHARACTER, STILL LAUGHING AT YA,
FAKE FOES TRED ONYA TOE AND STILL YOU STAND THERE LIKE A BITCH, DONT YA KNOW?
FUCKING HELLS KIDDZ, STREET FAMOUS, YOU KNOW THE NAMES OF US MATE, JUST ASK OUR FAVOURITE DUTY LAWYERS AND MAGISTRATES.
BEEN ON SOMETHING NASTY OR SICKENING NARCOTICS EVER SINCE TORCH SHOWED ME THE LIGHT, I DROP PHONICS, IN STEREOSONIC, YOU BACKPACKER, WHILE I STATE MY HATE FOR POLICE STATIONS, YOU JUST A FASHION STATEMENT TALKING TO THE POLICE MAKING ACCUSATIONS.





This is where I buried a cat. It got hit by a car really badly. I thought I'd have to hit it in the head with the shovel, but it had bled out. I don't think the sound of bones breaking, regardless of what species it is, is the most arousing sound. The cat belonged to my neighbours in the Homeswest commisions. I had already gone about five foot deep when a guy comes up, hat nearly falling off his head, that it was his aunty's cat, and she'd want to bury it herself. So I left him with it next to the grave I had dug.
As I walked away with my bloody shovel all I could think about was how I'd started a Pet Semetary.

Three days later I found another cat, about seven blocks away, laying exactly the same, with a trickle of blood running out of it's mouth.
I had taken a photo but I ended up deleting it.

Speaking of death, it doesn't stop.
Rest in Peace Rzolt. I wish you weren't so smashed when you got off the train at Perth Station the other week, I could of said goodbye.