I’m a rocker turned to rapper from Hamilton City Witty and pretty much at the top of this industry Thought it required talent to record an album Then I discovered rap did nobody tell them That this JBs above all the others, Better than Beiber and the Jonas Brothers I get no applause, free entry at the door making beats when I'm board 24/7s my studio, record in my bedroom yo One day I’ll be famous like Bambino and even though I don’t even like to hip hop I still drop a better beat rep a fresher scene than crap rap and bad rock Scribe and Opshop Stale pop and shithop Get stuck in your head like lamb chops You best believe MC JB Won’t just interrupt your programme I’ll shatter your TV So listen to my album, call your friends and tell them I'm the cure to modern music But I won’t be held responsible for the side effects And don’t forget To like my Facebook page and drop me a comment

I’m a skeleton in Hamilton, Light up the night like a jack-o-lantern Me and my zombies craving lollies, Walking corpses, bleeding bodies Feed us promptly and it won’t end badly Never get between a trick or treater and their candy! Yeah my candy you know I never brought it Just extort it then I snort it. I'm your nightmare before Christmas I swear you won’t miss this Fill up the bag With all the lollies and the biscuits Do not persist with your passive resistance Signs on your house won’t stop our insistence If you refuse to cater well come back later, Tear up yo lawn leave, your house toilet papered I’m the king of this caper take candy from strangers But for one night of the year you’ll be the one in danger All hallows eve yo better believe The dead will rise with a need to feast Not on human flesh but delicious sweets Bow down mortal cause its trick or treat. October 31st Halloween is the word Don’t make the mistake of trick or treating on my turf This club R.I.P yea you know me All the witches and trolls are out to get me On this day of festivity I will prolifically Be taking candy from every middle class family You’d have to be mad to be daring to challenge me Devil’s night is my confectionary fantasy When I come around knocking on yo front door Standing on your porch waiting to score You better give me just what I need Or I'll spit in yo face cause its trick or treat. On a sugar high as I’m banging these rocks M&Ms and Jaffas really hit the spot. Eating a Moro in my tree house of sorrow It’s past my bed time and I’ve got school tomorrow. Don’t need a sack cause I’ve got my cauldron, All the more room for the candy I’m storing. The Halloween master yea I’m a spell caster Check out my wand yo, yea its gangsta This raps like a zombie it’ll eat yo brain Steal my sweets and I’ll be bringing the pain If ya want my treats yo threads best be scary You won't be getting any dressed like a fairy

Rolling in my tractor on the farm Listen to the sounds down at the barn Home grown all the way Caus I'm smoking my hay Chill'n to the beats of the farm yard rave Pimping all the chicks And I've got my clients paying Making all the cash From the eggs them chickens laying Other farmers are so deranged Keeping their poultry inside a cage But I care about my girls So my cribs free range It's the way that I flow Just way I was raised I'm that kinda guy In my swan dry Fo shizzle to my nizzle Cause I'm living the life Living the life of a farmer Living the life that I wanna Living the life of a farmer Living the life that I wanna I'm pedalling all the shit Down at the farmers market Selling fruit and veges For another dirty dollar Watching out for coppers When I'm selling on the corner Cause I'm going down town If my milk is sour (my milk is fresh) Listen to this yo now my brutha People rap about tits Well I rap about udders This is the word Yo haven't you heard If you flock with me Then you flock with the herd If you steal my crops yo You can rely You'll find yourself in a tractor drive by Dog show some respect I've got affiliations Like Anchor, Meadow Fresh and Kiwi Bacon. Living the life of a farmer Living the life that I wanna Living the life of a farmer Living the life that I wanna Come check The rims on my horses Ain't no other ride as dope in the orchard. My farms OG And GE free Have you ever met a farmer as gangsta as me? Can you dig my flow All the places I go All the seeds that I sew Cause I've got my hoes And my rakes And my spades And gum boots And my plaid If there's weeds in my field They're gonna get sprayed I was only 12 when I earn't my patch Was a patch of pumpkins out the back Don't you know I'm a agriculturist? You should know you don't flock with this

Used to be batman now I’m bustn raps man Yeah me and Robin on the streets of Gotham Deliver defeat by the beats that we're dropping This shit’s for real my bat mobile Check out the rims on these gangsta gold wheels Once I fought crime now I’m just busting rhymes The baddest MC to come from DC Marvel in my greatness I’ll batarang the haters I am vengeance I am the night I am BATMAN Used to be the Joker now I work at Mc Donald’s Flippin your burgers for less than 2 dollars Used to do drive bys now I work at the drive through I won’t blow you up ill just spit in your food The clown prince of crime I just think back and cry Scrubbing your toilets and making your fries Why serious? Life is a joke, the joker is nothing now here is your coke When I used this voice I got a sore throat Now my only bat signal is my middle finger and Now I’m retired, Alfred got fired, And Mr Freeze died inside a fire The Joker survived working 9 to 5 Providing the food for Cat Woman my wife (She was mine) Not any more, I know a little secret Batman has no class

public toilets I try to avoid them sit on the seat I don’t wanna see the traces of the guy who came before me and I like the taps you don’t have to touch put your hands under and out comes the water automatic, I’m ecstatic, soap dispenser hand dryer hands free getting up in the 21st century these facilities camera phone under the stall old man voyeurs gonna be watching it all privacy is secondary don’t even have doors if you're Chinese this is DT Rapper spilling some beats on the crapper lyrical genius straight from the bladder invite yourself in if you’re that much of a slapper don’t mind the smell it’s all about the taste one man’s dinner is another man’s waste go into the ladies get a slap in the face I was just asking for directions not a spraying of mace it’s the shopping mall it’s the petrol station and I’m sitting here wondering where’s the sanitation? surely someone has the paid occupation occupied full time with cleaning these locations and I like doors that you don’t have to touch cause the stain in the corner it isn’t water automatic, so tragic, that civilisation can be so barbaric standing in line and it’s looking pretty long and I’m starting to doubt just how long I can hold on I’m not being fussy I’m just hygienic gonna wipe the seat with a half a box of Kleenex and by the state of this place you'd think the plumber probably spent more time playing Mario brothers i hate the places where you have to pay cause this joint isn’t any better anyway public toilets I try to avoid them public toiletsIi try to avoid them

1999 in the school yard Lunch time spent trading Pokémon cards Couldn’t afford a game boy I had No$gmb Got it on an emulator From the rom is how I played it Charmander was the one that I chose I remember running errands for professor oak I'm a game freak and Imma gonna be Waiting at the top of the Pokémon league. As I’m writing this rhyme yea its taking me back to the days when I had memorised the Pokémon rap Elecrtrode, Diglett, Nidoran, Mankey, Venusaur, Rattata, Fearow, Pidgey It doesn’t really that your life is average When you’re a Pokémon master nothing else matters Spending your nights collecting gym badges Leveling up to do maximum damage Teacher confiscated all my Pokémon toys Broke into her office to get back my Blastoise But what am I gonna do when there's no one left to choose Sit at home alone on my Nintendo with the Pokémon blues. 1999 and I turn on my TV After school yea it just got real From 4-4.30 Ash, Brock and Misty I am too busy for homework or chores After or before Cause I’m training my Caterpie evolve it to Butterfree I traded it for a Raticate. But I’d take it right back like a quick attack If I had the chance to relive the past. For a while I was at the top Filled my Pokedex yea I caught them all Becoming the best that there ever was Crawling through tall grass throwing Pokeballs Cause Pokémon was my reason for breathing From pallet town to Fuschia city Attending poke parties on the s.s anne Battled every trainer who made eye contact Had a Pokémon lunchbox and a Pokémon cap Got my Pokeballs kept in my Pokémon pack. But what am I gonna do when there's no one left to choose Sit at home alone on my Nintendo with the Pokémon blues. And yeah the TV it shattered my dreams When ash lost the Pokémon league With tears in my eyes I was too young to realise it was just the networks way of milking the franchise had 151 mew and Mewtwo And now they tell me there's a few hundred new Pokémon, come on, I thought I caught ‘em all but there’ll always be more on the next console Cause you should know you won’t achieve your dreams there’s always something more from where you wanted to be Standing alone on the indigo plateau but we’ll never reach the end of victory road You won’t be able to revive me when I depart Flail on the ground like a Magikharp And in my desolation I'll sleep forever Till I wake up dead in a Pokémon centre

(Hi, my name is Pacman and I’m an addict) Every pill I pop only worsens my condition, And though I won’t stop, at least I’m in admission From the 80’s in the maze we are chasing the pallets Every quarter you drop me's only fuelling the habit Ms Pacman, yeah she used to be Mrs She’s a junkie too but God do I miss her Sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever see her But I've gotta monkey on my back and Donkey Kong is my dealer Yea I’m Pacman (gotta get the highscore) Pacman (so hard core) Yea I’m Pacman (criminally convicted) Pacman (yea he’s addicted) (Yeah I put the P in Pacman) Kids at the arcade playing shoot’em ups My machines not out of service I’m just shooting up Tripping on acid my whole world is wrapping Around the screen off the edge and I'm back again My bro Mario is on the shrooms Sonics on speed yea it has to be true Yo look at my crew rolling through The maze turning them ghosts scared and blue Yea I’m Pacman (gotta get the highscore) Pacman (so hard core) Yea I’m Pacman (criminally convicted) Pacman (yea he’s addicted) May not survive but if I die This Pac will be back with two more lives Cause Pacmans back and he’s busting a rap Pacman, Pac attack My world consists of only two dimensions, The first is the pill and the seconds the next one I know one day it'll be game over But i just can’t stand myself when I’m sober Blinky, Pinky, Inky and Cldye From ghosts of my past I cannot hide They wanna take to me rehab but I won't submit All a gotta do's pop a power pallet

Yo my name’s JB Cause is my initials Spilln raps to the nation like heat seeking missiles I make a lot of music but I don’t try to sell it Cause it’s more about the passion than it is about the profit Or maybe it is more the fact that nobody would buy it Either way I don’t care just go ahead and pirate The music I make is tasteless (shameless) My lyrical structure is aimless JB, DT Rapper, Htown Gangstas coming at ya Flopping out some DT Rapper DT Yeah I know you’re happy to see me Is that a bulge in your pants or the consequence of KFC Or is it just because you’re in the presence of a king My rhymes are so fresh I make a mute sing My spills are the best the next level thing The hateration in the air I just cut with a swing Knock your ass to the floor then you propose with a ring. People part like the sea when they see me coming My flow’s just getting started when they think that I’m done and The language of my lyrics is bold and in italics It’s a murder in your eardrum Sends the masses in to panic It’s a matter of fact if you have a heart attack It’s a direct cause from my indirect impact Lyrical acrobatics Turn brain waves into static Forever poetic Eternally climatic JB, DT Rapper, Htown Gangstas coming at ya Hamilton hip hop at its finest sound so fly it causes blindness. The only mode I know is go Like Charlie Sheen with better flow So fucking cocky took that shit to the docy He said to me I just don’t know I’ve never met someone liek you Who could pull a ho kill a man with a microphone I said well thanks doc X and O Send my love to your wife I’ll see her in bed tomorrow Download my songs and don’t forget The tracks I make don’t pay my rent Cause the effort I give’s bout 20 percent Most of that goes toward my fake accent The saddest part is I’m the best New Zealand rapper Scribe and Young Sid are a joke in comparison And if you’re standing there promoting your hating Go a make something better than this beat that I’m making

going down town to the super market get out of my car just after I park it across the lot and through the doors hands on the trolley as I enter the store. the fresh produce yeah its good for your health get an onion a carrot and a lettuce as well don’t let us forget to double check the shopping list for what we need next it’s a whole new world when we reach the meat cause there’s bacon and beef but if we meet stay outta my way when I’m pushing my trolley and if I crash into yours don’t expect an apology take a new direction to the dairy section yogurt, cheese and milk for my breakfast check this what aisle is next, which items are we missing the chips and the biscuits going on down to the supermarket bring your friends just grab a basket if you can’t find something you just need to ask them going on down to the supermarket find them, buy them, if they’re underneath a sign then they're on special, discounted probably expired fluorescent lights making me tired is it day is it night can’t tell when your inside here if I break a product I'll pretend it wasn’t me yeah they're gonna need a clean up on isle 3. watch your step the floors slippery when its wet pak and slave to a minimum wage yeah when I get to pick I pick pick and mix cause its more legit than the pre-packaged sugar free trash that they try to pass off as being natural (it’s not natural) in the alcohol section bottles line the walls don't know which wine to buy when they've all got awards and according, to my shopping list we’ve got everything that we came to get when you get a receipt don’t throw it out cause I be keeping them receipts for a fuel discount countdown all the items less than 12 required to take the express lane avoid all the lines and self service is the worst when it doesn’t work yeah I try to scan them standing at the checkout, I’m only there to check out the checkout operator as she operates the checkout cash out I’m the biggest fresh don’t even get IDed when I buy cigarettes the undisputed king of the supermarket shit bro lets gap it, I forgot my wallet.