★ Tricky Mac ★
Feeling pretty munted, a little off kilter
Went to light my dart but I lit the filter
I’m a dumb c#nt at the best of times
But I’m a hectic f#ckin’ rapper with the best lines
And the best rhymes, and arrest fine
For being too sexy (Shut up!)
I’ve had six coffees and a dexy
And I still feel flat, Tricky Mac eating muff for supper
I’m smoking hot, ya sizzle dick mother fu-
★ Benny T ★
I’m a cool guy, like Marty McFly
500 bucks on the party and the party suppliesI’ve got my ketamine for my nose, for my throat
I’ve got my pills, got my darts and my 10-pack of Jack ‘n’ cokes
They’re double standard – standard – typical me
Starting fights with cunts twice my size, it’s f#ckin’ Benny T
I’ll chuck a muzz every time I cop some lips on my c#ck
From a ganga who looks like Magna…Szu, Szu-
★ Daddy K ★
Szubanski – Hail to the Beef Chief
Benny f#cking T, the petit Greek queef freak
Me? I’m no gentleman, more of a genital man
And if ya can’t get her there my genitals can
It’s D-A-D-D-Y to the K, sipping that IPA
I play with v#gina all day, but dad thinks I might be-
Hey boys! That super’s really coming up strong
Gonna keep my jaw swinging ‘til the break of dawn
★ Tricky Mac ★
Well hello, Mr Sun, I see you peak on the horizon
I’m bright like you and I too am rising
It’s probably time that I retreat
Back to my bed to get dirty in the sheets
Another evening, another quest
I woke up in an Uber at the wrong address
Bank card got declined, had to get out and walk
70 minutes to Lilydale Station
★ Tricky Mac races from his Lilydale booty call to Revolver Upstairs to rave with the boys, at Daddy K’s request ★
★ Daddy K ★
It’s Daddy K, b#tch – coming back with vengeance, droppin’ a couple caps on entrance
Bar shout then I passed out, woke up having weird sex with a gremlin
Now I’ve spotted Benny T, punching on with a seccy
And there’s Tricky Mac mackin’ on with a (p#ss#!)
Looks like the f#cking boys are back!
Causin’ a ruckus, being f#ckheads, stirring sh#t what have ya?
The lads will live forever, eat a dick WIll Wagner
Sun beamin’, crowd screamin’, no f#ckin’ way I’m leavin’
8am and feeling fresh, here comes a f#ckin’ Sunday sesh
Now all I wanna do, is press my lips to a beug
Rip a few through to get me into the mood
Ooo, dubba dee dubba doo
Now I’m feeling pretty good
★ Epic laughter ★
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Tricky Mac, Benny T & Daddy K Lyrics – Marty McFly