Punchline Chronicles

Quick, grab the AED, be fast
Life kills you quickly like cardiac arrest
I got my fair share, picked up a new hobby
Receptor blocking, ARB popping
Daily chopping lyrics 'till I hop in
The coffin on my final day on earth
Not huffin' and puffin' on heavens door
I'm knocking, 'cause manners, I got 'em
Good thing I know the rules, now I can bend them
Sometimes they're breaking
Rebel like Quake and
Still got the heart beating in the right place and
Are there better MCs out there than me?
It might be a surprise but it's likely
Hard to believe, I know but I'm not trying to hide the odds
It's been a couple of years for me connecting all those dots
From Korns bag pipes to Limp Bizkits dad vibes
From mums basement to the stages and dopamine highs
On track and back to wonderland
A caravan in the yard to hang with the band
Hit the studio
A couple' bros without a clue
That's how it goes
Jumping from stepping stone to stepping stone
Dealing punchline after punchline after punchline (Let's go)
Take one hand full of reckless teenagers
A pinch of naivitée, a hint of
Not-giving-a-fuck-what-others-think-of
Pretty much anything
Unbreakable mindset, endboss
Every single thing we did and went through
Has brought us here, me and you
Let's raise our glasses to this coincidence
That we meet this way, two in eight billion
I have no doubt it was meant to be, yes
Writing down our story in these punchline chronicles
Writing down our story in these punchline chronicles
Writing down our story in these punchline chronicles