Lyrics Wood Rat - Lee Scott, Illinformed

Wood Rat

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