This is for all you wheatbelt hillbilly junkies.
The ones who make sure the got they drugs before they buy kids some feeds
The ones who make up lies on they own
Trippin out after every cone
The ones in Northam thinking that they Roy Jones Jr. "Can't be touched"
Hahaha think again pussy lil bitch just got rushed
Straight to the hospital they about to bleed out
Now the tables have turned, how you like the feeling of getting burned?
York mob bunch of dogs too
Running around at night like they are a nocturnal animal
Stealing shit to swap it for their next hit
Into their veins getting fried after every shot
Mummas kids ain't never gonna be the same, wishing her baby would just quit and stop.
Beverley Redbacks
I gotta put them on my diss track
Two faced clowns ruining that town
Bunch of closest using farmers all doing meth on the sly
Asking the local Dealer "have you got any meth I can buy?"
Judging all the people who struggle in that town
At least they real enough to own their flaws
You don't even go out in public when you all got swinging jaws