paroles de chanson Monster's Ball Restrung - Hilltop Hoods
Uh,
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,
ah
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
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
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
![Hilltop Hoods - The Hard Road Restrung (Deluxe Version)](https://pic.Lyrhub.com/img/l/i/p/r/oyaznMRpIl.jpg)
1 The Hard Road Restrung
2 Stopping All Stations Restrung
3 Conversations From A Speakeasy
4 An Audience With The Devil Restrung
5 Monster's Ball Restrung
6 Breathe Restrung
7 Another Great Intro
8 What A Great Night Restrung
9 Obese Lowlifes Restrung
10 City Of Light Restrung
11 Clown Prince Restrung
12 The Captured Vibe Restrung
13 Recapturing The Vibe Restrung
14 Roll On Up Restrung
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