Lyrics
Let me start off with the Devil, Blacker than Space
Need 2 fluorescent lights, just to see ya damn face
You're a disgrace, like your country's sporting record
Spent years bobsleddin, n' never got a reward
You takin the piss? or were you just caught short
"Sanka ya dead mon?", was your nation's finest export
Fuckin reggaeton music? That shit is scandalous
Devil smoked so much weed, he even looks like Canibus
Your rhymes are hazardous, can't understand what you're sayin
Only way you'll win this is if you do some vote swayin
I'm not playin, this devil will never spit fire
And Black is out of place, like a mute in a choir
This shit is like a Kweli and Mos Def competition
We got a Black, and a Star, and some dude named Definition
Who's lackin ambition, don't even know who he is
Got more songs than posts, man, where you been all these years?
This dude must be 'brain dead', like a song on his soundclick
Spittin more shit than ass-to-mouth bitches in porn flicks
This guy was in my crew, shit, I didnt even notice
Deserved the crew spot? ha, not in the remotest
This the first time a canadian's ever gone to war
Def and rap dont go together, like the white house and Al Gore
Trust me I shall snore, specially when readin your spits
Call you Ike, coz Tina Turner's the only one feelin ya hits
This shit aint EZ, like he had constipation
EZ entering this league? clearly an obligation
You need some inspiration, like the Aussie rugby team
Or the aussie cricket team, shit, even the aussie footy team
Speak about beer, the whole beer and nothin but the beer
I'm cruisin to victory, while EZ's stuck in first gear
Put a shrimp on the barby, sport, and have a nice day
I'm gettin tired of this shit, so i'll hand it over to dre
(Dre: EZ is his name and the boy's comin...)
Over gay porn mags that he swear's for educational use
You just can't deny, that your fuckin nation's obtuse
Get owned by a pom, dont give the population excuse!
Live in the middle of nowhere, why would you want ta?
Bunch of crazy motherfuckers like that Crocodile Hunter
Your country's 10 times bigger, fuck man, go figure
Can't remember the last time I saw an australian wigger
Now OneStar put down the mic son, your shit is degrading
On a scale of 0 to 10, I give it a OneStar rating
Your hopes are fading, like overweight men on the brink
And One Ate Two (182) many, like a crowded tribute to Blink
My rhymes'll make you think, while yours just cause a stink
Your flow slips more often than girls in ice rinks
And may-be I think, that this Star is Lost In Space
Like an American show, OneStar Will fall from Grace
Into Oblivion, man who stole my Question the First!
Rhymes so one-dimensional, you'd think his mic was cursed
Fit to burst, Ob's so full of shit it cant be healthy
Tim's a poker star, deal flops, like The Angel LP
Get down on your knees, Tim, and start prayin for a win
And stay in that position, in case MCD walks in
This dude's a paedo magician, full of sweet surprises
And like a One Icon orgy, Oblivion's in a Kry-Siz
You cannot disguise this, your bars are just silly
Oblivion's retarded, like his namesake, Timmay
Ya lines are nothin new like readin 'Made in Taiwan'
And I'll watch a pirate film if I wanna see One Icons (one eyed cons)
