Yo it’s big Don with the slick back/ Logo on my own dome, I did that/ Hobo with my clothes in a bin bag/ No doe still these hoes wanna chin wag/ With the big chad, this brat wont stop it with the chit chat/ Let me unzip this to zip that/ Steady working on this 6 pack/ With your girl doing downward dog, and not on her gym matt/ Fuck hip hop, the shit bores me/ I’m only still rapping to keep these chicks horny/ Need a fit shorty, more then a bit naughty/ This for them babes, you dudes can ignore me/ I don’t give a shit, im fin to quit im sick of it/ A bitter prick, you bet I am, my reason is legitimate/ Like look theres no where i can go from here, there aint a flow I didn’t spit/ I wanted to be the best and i did it and still living it/ It didn’t do shit for me did it, well maybe it did a bit/ I’ve been with bittys i couldn’t dream to pull as a little kid/ But still i think i could of been better off with a little bit of discipline and being told i wasn’t insignificant/ But fuck it thats the past now/ looking back I gotta laugh now/ Shout out my exes, eat your hearts out/ Had to call one up to get her ass out my Ma’s house/ I’ve loved a couple hoes, thats dumb shit/ These honeys come and go so fuck it/ Another one will blow my trumpet/ Cos once I bust a flow, they love it/ A bunch of suckers loath my subject/ Like this motherfuckers so repugnant/ Its funny but they won’t stop bumping/ The one and fucking only, Ruckman/ White boy but more then just an eminem impersonator/ Leave that up to Chris Delia, this will be the verse to play a/ bitter hater, showing Im the illest in the game and not just in Australia/ But i think the planet ill increate a imitator with the razor wit I spit and rip a rapper like the bit of paper that he wrote on thinking it was flavour/ Kid Im major and no spitters greater/ You should be serving me, but you try to eat from my dinner plate like a shitty waiter/ You aint a fan man, you been a hater/ For a minute, then you’re loving me a minute later/ You follow trends, I’m an innovator/ Instigator, king and saviour, pimp and player/ Women slayer, sinner, raver, sick behaviour, lit the stage up, spitting flames until I’m rich and famous/ And sitting on a big estate of 50 acres with no neighbours/ Everybody trying to call me arrogant/ To hell with it, I aint having it, fact of the matter is that I’m putting the practice in/ and I’m on another level that you wannabes haven’t been, so forgive me kiddies, you aint on my fridge radar/ Middle finger straight up/ To everyone, except my mum, could of left her son in the incubator/ I’m the mother ucking ruckzilla/ No rhymer can bust iller/ their writing with such filler/ and like i’m a drug dealer/ What i deliver’s raw and uncut, no cunnie comes realer/ Hip hop Hans Zimmer, calm chiller/ Who can snap like that and turn to a demonic masked killer/ Blood spiller, beating my chest like an angry gorilla/ When promoters wanna book me and not offer much skrilla/ Still It’s hard to leave the game, Im too much of a hard hitter/ Even when i slow it down, i show these clowns, i own the crown, Im much more then a fast spitter/ And I’ve lyrics so profound, I’ve flowed for crowds with open mouths, im showing em the large picture/ So what I’m labeled gross and foul, i’m stoic, proud and nose aint brown, i’ve never been an ass kisser/ And I love it when i’m going round, coastal towns, and throwing down, making the punters hearts skip a heart a… Beat… Look what Im planning/ Planning on putting my foot in the door till I’m pulling a hamstring/ And kicking the shit off the hinges till I get my foot in the damn thing/ Been here for over a decade and got em all shook I’m still standing/ Fuck all the accolades, I want that platinum pussy and mansion/ I rang the forum I told em they oughta be booking the man in/ Manifestation, this is that one dream I couldn’t abandon/ How in the fuck can I give up? Look at me man, Im just too good and too handsome/