Pegz - Milk Bar Star lyrics
[Pegz - Milk Bar Star lyrics]
I'm a milk bar star, make 'em catch on fire
Making rappers bite in to the appetiser
This is hot shit spitting like a magmagiser
You couldn't stop it with a tranquiliser
Bang your head like a crash-test taxi driver
The French iron chef with an ankle grinder
Marinate your thoughts in plutonium whiskey
With a beat that makes you wanna
Scream "show me your titties!"
Stoninking city, home of the gritty
Coming together like the moon
And sun solar eclipsing
Burn a whole in your pocket
Like a Pokie addiction
Smoking cigarettes and socially drinking
I know what you're thinking
Show me the headlines
Where's the ten billion in petrolium excise?
Red lights flashing like Columbian neck ties
Green lights flashing like a couple of Jedis
She got a motor like a V8 stoker
Work MCs like a six speed DJs Noah
'Cause she's been around the block
And don't play for keeps
Who is she? A two inch tape machine (sucker)
She won't call, won't pick the phone up
Got a draw full of toys and vikrum yoga
Ignoring my voice like a sickening odour
Gotta lift my game and quit the dozier
Gotta win her over set my charges
And try act like the sex is irrelevant
She made me go down and test every element
Every dallied depart magnetically talented
I feel like telling her I'm leaving tonight
But committing suicide ain't speaking my mind
I'ma fight and forgive her
Put the chink in her sight
She was a princess back when
I was treating her right
Life's a bitch with a score to settle
Twisting my strings like contorted metal
Stepping on my heart like a distortion pedal
She's just a worn medal, war memento
She's been down before the SP12
A lot of hip hop brothers
Know the prestige sound
Extra gritty with the sexy image
Who is she? The MP60
"So man
Who you with?" "Who do you think I'm with?"
"Hey man
You've got five seconds to get off!"
We rise up like the steps of the favela
And jump off the ledge with an umbrella
Setting the bar stellar with
A blazing guitarist
The next generation of Australian artists
Straight out the bloody rib cage of a carcas
Public enemy with my face on the target
Take your best shot like Henry Shavonte
Hip Hop's more decedent than seventies rock
A lot of whack arse rappers
Got a Bentley and yaught
On some pop shit softer than Beckham and Posh
And the devil made 'em do
It like Bush and Howard
Strange voices in their head like Woody Allen
Making rappers bite in to the appetiser
This is hot shit spitting like a magmagiser
You couldn't stop it with a tranquiliser
Bang your head like a crash-test taxi driver
The French iron chef with an ankle grinder
Marinate your thoughts in plutonium whiskey
With a beat that makes you wanna
Scream "show me your titties!"
Stoninking city, home of the gritty
Coming together like the moon
And sun solar eclipsing
Burn a whole in your pocket
Like a Pokie addiction
Smoking cigarettes and socially drinking
I know what you're thinking
Show me the headlines
Where's the ten billion in petrolium excise?
Red lights flashing like Columbian neck ties
Green lights flashing like a couple of Jedis
She got a motor like a V8 stoker
Work MCs like a six speed DJs Noah
'Cause she's been around the block
And don't play for keeps
Who is she? A two inch tape machine (sucker)
She won't call, won't pick the phone up
Got a draw full of toys and vikrum yoga
Ignoring my voice like a sickening odour
Gotta lift my game and quit the dozier
Gotta win her over set my charges
And try act like the sex is irrelevant
She made me go down and test every element
Every dallied depart magnetically talented
I feel like telling her I'm leaving tonight
But committing suicide ain't speaking my mind
I'ma fight and forgive her
Put the chink in her sight
She was a princess back when
I was treating her right
Life's a bitch with a score to settle
Twisting my strings like contorted metal
Stepping on my heart like a distortion pedal
She's just a worn medal, war memento
She's been down before the SP12
A lot of hip hop brothers
Know the prestige sound
Extra gritty with the sexy image
Who is she? The MP60
"So man
Who you with?" "Who do you think I'm with?"
"Hey man
You've got five seconds to get off!"
We rise up like the steps of the favela
And jump off the ledge with an umbrella
Setting the bar stellar with
A blazing guitarist
The next generation of Australian artists
Straight out the bloody rib cage of a carcas
Public enemy with my face on the target
Take your best shot like Henry Shavonte
Hip Hop's more decedent than seventies rock
A lot of whack arse rappers
Got a Bentley and yaught
On some pop shit softer than Beckham and Posh
And the devil made 'em do
It like Bush and Howard
Strange voices in their head like Woody Allen