Verse 1 Sussy sent the shots, now the vibe is tense, Guess the outback heat got you wildin’ since. Rollin’ up to battle, man, that’s brave intent, But you brought a wooden spoon to a razor’s edge. Country tunes? Alright, we can play that theme, You the king of the barn; I’m the stage and beam. From the land of koalas? Well, I’m droppin’ facts, Even kangaroos bounce when they hear your tracks. Nice guy vibes, but you aimed at me? Fat Brady hits back like a third LP. Now you stuck in the mix with your wheels all spun, It’s a roast, my guy—sit back, have fun. Hook Oh Sussy, why’d you even take that shot? (You know Fat Brady never misses a spot.) Now the tempo’s up, and the bass gon’ rock, (Every line hits clean, like it’s straight from the top.) Oh Sussy, thought this’d go your way? (But the rhyme scheme quick, got no delay.) We just sparrin’, man, it’s all in play, (Keep it tight, keep it clean, that’s the vibe today.) Verse 2 Sussy, still at it? Let’s set this straight, Your bars got the bounce of a paperweight. You pushin’ sweet melodies, I push my fate, While your lines limp by, mine dominate. Got the strings and the steel? I’ll string you along, Your vibe’s elevator music—soft and wrong. This a match you can’t win, bro, the vibe ain’t fair, Like a campfire track in an electric chair. So polite with the tone, but you shot your shot, Now the boomerang back, and it’s all you got. I’m the glitch in the matrix, the beat won’t fade, Fat Brady, full throttle, now the dues get paid. Hook Oh Sussy, why’d you even take that shot? (You know Fat Brady never misses a spot.) Now the tempo’s up, and the bass gon’ rock, (Every line hits clean, like it’s straight from the top.) Oh Sussy, thought this’d go your way? (But the rhyme scheme quick, got no delay.) We just sparrin’, man, it’s all in play, (Keep it tight, keep it clean, that’s the vibe today.) Verse 3 Sussy, man, why you even tryin’ to flex? You the type to ghostwrite for a PBS set. I’m the apex predator, bars complex, You the blooper reel, bro, just cut to the next. Wheel game strong, yeah, I give you that, But this verbal lap’s over, and you stuck in the back. Keep it rural, mate, that’s your comfy zone, I’m global, takin’ shots like a satellite drone. See, you nice with the words, but I’m twice the mean, Fat Brady in the booth, breakin’ rival dreams. Play it chill, Sussy, I’ll let you off with a laugh, But the punchline’s clear—you ain’t cut for this path. Outro Ayo, Sussy, man, I’m just playin’, you a badass too, And Mocca? Y’all both got the skill to come through. This was fire, for real, just a lyrical game, So don’t take none of this to heart—it’s love in the frame. You dropped heat, and I respect the art, But you know Fat Brady gotta play his part. This was fun as hell, let’s run it back sometime, ‘Cause y’all know how to kill it with a track and a rhyme.
