Pegz - Chechen Gorilla (Axis ) lyrics
[Pegz - Chechen Gorilla Axis lyrics]
Who's got the shit locked, reppin' St kilda
Step in the milkbar
Dressed as a chechen gorilla
Nobody move, I taught my dog, Zeus
"sick balls" give me a chocolate Big M
And a pie with sauce
Kid, I'm twice as raw, I listen to Funkoars
While getting head
Blowing a spliff in my ClubSport
Don't think I'm strictly 'bout laying the cut
When I'm drunk
Sing Jimmy Barnes or play the guitar
Take a bath while you preach
‘bout keeping it raw
I'm from Melbourne not the fucking
Streets of New York
I never been to Jamaica, Queens or the Bronx
But, I've seen a lot of shit
So believe what you want
I'd rather watch SBS than MTV
I'd rather read Stealth Mag than HHC
Plutonic Lab beats smash up the city
Pegz rips the text like Agatha Christie
Man of mystery in Hip-Hop's Holocaust
Kicking Nazis off stage in two dollar thongs
Dropping bombs on your RipCurl trucker hats
Rockin’ a show in a Burn hood and tucker bag
Party don't stop till cops kick the door in
Party don't stop till cops kick the door in
Party don't stop till cops kick the door in
And shoot the DJ at six in the morning
I sell out for a chicken
Wing with dipping sauce
Dance in a tampon ad like Wickid Force
Sick of all you corny fools
Claiming your shit is raw
Replicating ‘93 and can't bring it forward
You can listen to metal or wear Dunlops
Party at a rave, new breed
DJ Selekt, something for you hard rocks
Cuttin’ to the sounds of
Plutonic Lab drum shots
We come from the bedroom to liberate movement
Like 3D graffiti walls by bi-lumen
Unanticipated, innovative music
Eliminate your school yard, bully blueprint
Keep frontin' 'cause when it all backfires
You get baptised like vampires obese crew
Catch and wreck with our hands tied
Leavin' competition jackknifed with
Flat tires
Party don't stop till cops kick the door in
Party don't stop till cops kick the door in
Party don't stop till cops kick the door in
And shoot the DJ at six in the morning
Mad dux, ahead of the class
Bred for the task
Step in the club with a muddy Predator's mask
(what?) sipping veteran's blood out
A gentleman's flask
And ice grillin' newjack's for
The adrenaline rush
We're from a city heroin loves
The devil's in charge
Rebels cover the streets with incredible art
Beware of the deadly snakes like Wayne Carey
Generic accents to make my brain haemorrhage
"Step to me and get shot unsuspectedly
I take you out like a vasectomy"
"Thank you ladies and
Gentlemen" "Alright Melbourne
Thanks for having us"
"Peace, keep it real" yeah, yeah
The sole arbitrator
Chase burners like a fire brigade
And lick the cream off the pie in my face
High with my mates, who can burn us?
Shoot and murder James Hardie
For abusing workers you gotta ask
"Where did we lose the purpose?"
Rupert Murdoch's God and the
Truth is worthless
The universe is being explored
Freedom’s ignored
And Little George is the demon of war
Party don't stop till cops kick the door in
Party don't stop till cops kick the door in
Party don't stop till cops kick the door in
And shoot the DJ at six in the morning
Gunshot Female screams
Step in the milkbar
Dressed as a chechen gorilla
Nobody move, I taught my dog, Zeus
"sick balls" give me a chocolate Big M
And a pie with sauce
Kid, I'm twice as raw, I listen to Funkoars
While getting head
Blowing a spliff in my ClubSport
Don't think I'm strictly 'bout laying the cut
When I'm drunk
Sing Jimmy Barnes or play the guitar
Take a bath while you preach
‘bout keeping it raw
I'm from Melbourne not the fucking
Streets of New York
I never been to Jamaica, Queens or the Bronx
But, I've seen a lot of shit
So believe what you want
I'd rather watch SBS than MTV
I'd rather read Stealth Mag than HHC
Plutonic Lab beats smash up the city
Pegz rips the text like Agatha Christie
Man of mystery in Hip-Hop's Holocaust
Kicking Nazis off stage in two dollar thongs
Dropping bombs on your RipCurl trucker hats
Rockin’ a show in a Burn hood and tucker bag
Party don't stop till cops kick the door in
Party don't stop till cops kick the door in
Party don't stop till cops kick the door in
And shoot the DJ at six in the morning
I sell out for a chicken
Wing with dipping sauce
Dance in a tampon ad like Wickid Force
Sick of all you corny fools
Claiming your shit is raw
Replicating ‘93 and can't bring it forward
You can listen to metal or wear Dunlops
Party at a rave, new breed
DJ Selekt, something for you hard rocks
Cuttin’ to the sounds of
Plutonic Lab drum shots
We come from the bedroom to liberate movement
Like 3D graffiti walls by bi-lumen
Unanticipated, innovative music
Eliminate your school yard, bully blueprint
Keep frontin' 'cause when it all backfires
You get baptised like vampires obese crew
Catch and wreck with our hands tied
Leavin' competition jackknifed with
Flat tires
Party don't stop till cops kick the door in
Party don't stop till cops kick the door in
Party don't stop till cops kick the door in
And shoot the DJ at six in the morning
Mad dux, ahead of the class
Bred for the task
Step in the club with a muddy Predator's mask
(what?) sipping veteran's blood out
A gentleman's flask
And ice grillin' newjack's for
The adrenaline rush
We're from a city heroin loves
The devil's in charge
Rebels cover the streets with incredible art
Beware of the deadly snakes like Wayne Carey
Generic accents to make my brain haemorrhage
"Step to me and get shot unsuspectedly
I take you out like a vasectomy"
"Thank you ladies and
Gentlemen" "Alright Melbourne
Thanks for having us"
"Peace, keep it real" yeah, yeah
The sole arbitrator
Chase burners like a fire brigade
And lick the cream off the pie in my face
High with my mates, who can burn us?
Shoot and murder James Hardie
For abusing workers you gotta ask
"Where did we lose the purpose?"
Rupert Murdoch's God and the
Truth is worthless
The universe is being explored
Freedom’s ignored
And Little George is the demon of war
Party don't stop till cops kick the door in
Party don't stop till cops kick the door in
Party don't stop till cops kick the door in
And shoot the DJ at six in the morning
Gunshot Female screams