Hilltop Hoods - Monsters Ball Lyrics

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Verse 1 â€" suffa

You sound like a bitch man

Nymphos in your clip and disco riffs man

I'll tell you this ok it don't fit man

It's like oj little glove big hand

Step to this i'll take your miss make her twist and

Moan like i fucked with the pitch man

This land where the bricks stand

On red sands i spit grams of powdered difflam

To ease your muscle pain do the hustle

Came to tussle against the corporate gain man

Parcels move train to plane in the struggle

Markers give a claim to fame in the jungle

Street revolutionaries we the evolutionary

Anomalies but stupidly they try stopping me

That's only making me a martyr we

Like opiates in the vein attack the arteries

Don't get smart with me; i got a heart in me

Like pharlap and gone so far raps now a part of me

I got camaraderie the great unwashed

I got a heart in me that pump's straight up scotch

But crews still try to diss me till i switch it on em

Like they try to diss fats till they see a picture of him

Big boys aint small man they tall and

Ugly want to cut me come join and join the monsters ball man.

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Verse 2 â€" pressure

These are the last of days a vast array

Of fake fucks up in a masquerade

It's swim or drown we act we don't sink

Its primal instinct we rap we don't think

Its do or die no turning back like suicide

Till you're doing time with these cut throats in a suit and tie

So don't feed the animals or act a fool

Your just one man a young lamb amongst a pack of wolves

So while you're fighting over scraps and loose change and moot claims

Pressures higher up in the food chain

And small time predators rove in packs

That why big time executives throw them scraps

So much static that this is such a hazardous business

And having to witness that half these rappers are bitches

Got me laughing hysterically i've the heart of a pedigree

So pissing on the next man is just marking my territory

Rivals will claim over head strong beef

And try fighting for fame on these slept on streets

While i'm signing my name in the wet concrete

Touching both sides of your brain when i flex on beats

And when we sound the drums i'll see cowards hung

When my hour comes i'd rather catch a beat down than run

It's just that honest i don't rap for these monsters

Id rather face the music than turn my back on you.

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