Checkmate

[Verse 1: Rewards]
I’m no dragon, but I spit fire
No liar, you see red when you’re meant to see saliva
Your rhymes are like people on Centrelink - they don’t work
I better think after several drinks of a dope verse
Dope shirt, it would look better on me
Come on, motherfucker, just let me wear it, we’ll see
Now I start to get the hang of things
It’s hard, just look what anger brings
Smoke shards and drink on lagers
What up to everyone that’s bangin’ this
I might be new to this, but I’m the type to screw your bitch
And take off with your shit, you can call me the removalist
I’m losin’ shit possessions, but mainly my mind
Smokin’ [?] has got me stressin’, got me stayin’ behind
When I’m payin’ the line it’s like steak with wine
I find I don’t finish quickly, I take my time
And I’m blowin’ up, not your speakers but your house, cunt
Search for your address through my internet browser

[Verse 2: Alex Jones]
Yeah, I buzz light years ahead of Buzz Lightyear
You got a lighter buzz than a Cooper’s light beer
Puffin’ on that nice, bright ice, clear
Got me feelin’ like I’m really buzzin’ for light years
I’m high as fuck, my rhymes can only be
Compared to your missus box - tight as fuck
Any other comparison isn’t a comparison
It’s more like an embarrassment
I’m movin’ the cannabis, can a camera
Capture a damaged train carriages?
Catastrophic causin’ characters, philosophic, demonic savages
The lyrical analyst, I’m A to Z
You’re stuck on ABC like the catalyst
I could switch crazy and spit insanely
Attitude of Slim Shady, fuck you, pay me
Let’s set it straight, a renegade that won’t hesitate
To demonstrate how to self medicate
So high I levitate, so fly I elevate
Generate flight to a better place like
Heaven’s gates, [?] set a date, set a date
To celebrate, I’m ‘bout to blow, detonate
The sequel is [?], I put my money where my mouth is
Yeah, gimme that cheddar taste
Check your mate, I’ma get on a aeroplane
Over to Britain to take out the queen, checkmate