[Verse 1]:
Yeah… Gutz…
Broken Tooth, Hired Goons, [?] Productions…
The White Russian…
Attitude stench, shatterproof bench, makes ya hardly fuckin proud after Rabbit Proof Fence, don't need defence when I’m running with the stench, my dome leads to meds when I'm runnin into red, Gutz… the nose turner odour of an over burner, jump the broken home and made a note to show the murder, kinda smelly down the hell well of Gutz, whеre the bars all dwell, and a wеlcome amuck, for a man called Must, got a plan all sus, got the beat wrap it up, fuck the blue… back ya brother up, blood never undone, sunnin imma gun one, number one up and comer show em what life's done… I saw a smelly picture, so let the belly hit ya, Gutz gotta tell it or the tele gunna try to fix ya, the worlds crazy it’s fucked if your lazy, and by the judge of it I plant my own daisies…

[Hook]:
The lands racked…
We're reppin their jack…
Reflect…
Where ya plans at?
X2

[Verse 2]:
Where ya stand is cracked, so quit ya bambi act, I make a shit sitch glimmer when I'm planning a rap, play my jam and be back, kick a snare and a hat, yeah the charts got the faggots in tact… now it's Pang on the map, an fuck you if you ain't bangin to that, so it's on with the hoodies… down with the fake figures, songs for the cool g's, and pounds for the sane in us… we're in the same drain same system, so why you acting like you fuckin rain wisdom? what game? you ain’t gifted, what picture? you ain’t in it… you got a fat small talk all mimic, you don't live it… I bet it’s all for a minute, cause all the pseuds assume, talking doom n gloom… make a human a loon and never tune to bruise, well I got news for yous, I'm out the gutter and I've still got room to move…

[Hook]:
The lands racked…
We're reppin their jack…
Reflect…
Where ya plans at?
X2

[Outro]:
Gutz signing off two thousand and thirteen, the White Russian…