Wood Rat - Lee Scott, Illinformed

Half player half hater, bull shark tamer

Auto tune Darth Vader, with Harold Hildebrandt’s

Organs in his hand

Mr Good Cat, John Belushi wood rat

I’ve never been there but I’ve done that

I look back and forward motion, towards the ocean

To save the dolphins, or turn in for a pair of 'vulsions

To live out the rest of this existence on dry land

As a Christ fan, God’s me idol, wise up

Swearing with me right hand on the bible like fuck

Life sucks for you, I on the other hand

Understand primer, and that ghost’s face

Is hard to capture on this hang glider

That’s the lifestyle

I make your wife smile at axe point

Explaining the facial feedback hypothesis

While I yash joints like

Who’s the man?

Me

Okay but who’s the man?

Me

Who’s the man?

Me

Who’s the man?

Me

'Scuse me while I redefine bliss

Lee’s the nicest, like thanks for listening and please rewind this

Serial killing beats with kindness

You couldn’t stomp me in a month of Sundays with a squad

Full of lundees, triple OG, with a summer cold

And a leaking sinus, pocket filled with posies

Head ringing vision rosy

Robbing like Lidl owes me at least a couple of gubs

And then I head back to the flat

To check the footy with Sauson looking repulsed

And hit them cameras 'til me eyes glow

Keep it mad nice like I’m a charitable psycho

Like woah.

Birds whistle like they need a taxi

Who’s the man me, don’t believe me ask me

Go 'ead, who’s the man me

Who’s the man?

Me

Who’s the man?

Me

Who’s the man?

Me

Alright then but

Who’s the man?

Me