Verse 1

Big Giz I be everything you wish you was,
Fucking up the battle
Leave you dickheads rattled
stinking when i'm drinking Grog,
Making Dogfood of these chumps
When I'm in the spot
I am pedigree and my chums
Like to Winalot,
I'm Slicing rappers into meaty chunks,
speaking on repeated funk,
and with that feeble punch,
a kid could probably beat you up,
I Heat it up,
it's your evening lunch
Deep breathing
Speech powered by my heaving lungs
I'm abusing these set laws
to get more, old folks
asking 'why he paint the town red for?'
I'm not that one you wanna send for
fuck your ketaphors,
heads nodding at the back flog a dead horse
On this track we the best like it's S-class
can't see the signs
then you're dead
like you trespassed
only blame ourselves if we get parred
but that'll never happen cos we rep hard

(Chorus)

Welcome to the show
let me get past
push to the front
of the belly of the beast
like stretchmarks
Yes star
I'm in the top few
drop crews
you aint getting nothing
but Dogfood

Verse 2

I stay gutter like a drain cover,
Blaspheme, I'm taking out your wack team
like train buffers
When i'm summoned
from the next realm
They get hell, step down
Or your heads found in a trench now
Murdered muthaphuckas
and I Slept well
the best while you clowns claiming animal
are let downs
Like balloons is, move with the booze
I'm on cans like units
My musics the truth for you pooches
Reppin South, with selected sounds
Your whole game's pretend
just like Wreck-It-Ralph
With the lekky out yea
You'll get tekken down
Check it now,
I'm collecting scalps
When the records out
A vocal force
Givin' you a dose
like a Trojan horse
and that produce always
Local sourced
You can Get it in ya local stores
Tryna battle's
tryna row upstream
with 2 Broken oars

(Chorus)