[Lyric] Dirty Little Cookers (Tricky Mac & Benny T)

[ Verse 1: Benny T]
I smoke cones. That's what I do
I eat pussy, punch darts and I sniff glue too
Ya cunt, that's my diet
Who the fuck do you think started the Moomba Riots?
It was B to the E, double N-Y-T
I lose a heap of ketamine, when I sneeze
I'll spend 200 bucks on a pair of Nikes
But fuck putting money on a Myki!

[Verse 2: Tricky Mac]
T-R-I-C-K-Y Mac! (scarnon?)
G-A-C-K-E-D Gacked!
I'm weighing in at 70 kilograms
It's your boy Tricky Mac and I can kill those grams (pew, pew, pew, pew, pew!)
Of bud, keta, speed, coke
Everybody knows that I love to smoke
Green kush. Only when it's dank
Before I go to bed I like to have a phat awww! (get out Mum!)

[Verse 3: Benny T]
I only wear name brand labels
I only fuck chicks so fat that they're legally disabled
I only make money if it's cash in hand
And I only feel joy smashing grams
I like my bong bubblin'
I like my chicks with double chins
See me out clubbing either muzzing or chucking a phat hakk
With my man Tricky fucken Mac
If I see you cutting shapes cunt, you're gonna get bashed!
[Verse 4: Tricky Mac]
Smash! Some googs! Smash! Some ket!
A couple quite ones turned session at Revs
And I look at my phone, it's 10am
Dear Lord, just let me get gacked again
Amen, with Ben is where I be
End by end the lines I snort would go from here to Werribee
And I've started coming down, shit's about to get rougher
If you don't do pills you're silly duffer!

[Verse 5: Benny T]
I'm a nang huffer
Bacon and egg McMuffin lover
Another fucken tune from Tricky and his brother Benny T
It seems I'm every chemists worst enemy
They can't fuck with my cheffery
Check the recipe, ecstasy and ketamine
Blended with speed, Betadine and every methamphetamine
But if you only need a pinger...
Mate! (Mate!) Just pull my finger!

[Verse 6: Tricky Mac]
I'm a slinger!
Pingers in my undies and pingers in my socks
I got to KFC get a zinger in my box
Tricky fucken Mac, I do what I want
When Metdogs pester me, try not to lose my bonce
I try to keep cool, I try to keep calm
Til they start asking me about my concession card
Then it's up and at 'em, hit 'em with a stiff arm
I'm running off like a headless chicken
Fuck the dogs!