Текст песни Circuit Breaker - Hilltop Hoods

"Hello Darling, Suffa"
"I hope the reason your not answering the phone is because
Your finishing your album"
"The operative word for this is finishing"

Che, oh
I got to jump back and kiss myself
The Hoods have come back
To rip this girl
Live on the drum track
Man, you dissed yourself
So drunk that you nearly pissed yourself

And if you come back you risk your health
I'm the one that made LL ring the bells
Sharp as a thumb tack, it's the infidel
In the back with some girl named Dizabelle

And I'm a (you're gonna what)
I'm a wreck this, the freshest
Thermoelectrics, technics and a set list
So check this, Hilltop locks jaws like tetanus
Fuck breakfast at Tiffany's
I want Tiffany for breakfast

(Word up, word up)
The funk leader, told you last LP
With a style that make you smile like a Chelsea smile
(What the fucks that man?)
It's when you place razor blades on the cheeks then a kick to the face, ah

In the place and we raising the roof like
Al Qaeda had placed a case in the booth, ah
A taste of the truth and some flawless shit
Like John Howard knows the taste of George's dick

Man, I'm born to spit these kids wish they stuck me
I warn you kid you're bitch made like puppies
Switch blade to Nazis' cut them through their khakis
I lose it every time I put 'em down like car keys
(What a clever line)
I use it every time I put 'em down like car keys

I am the greatest and you hate it
I am the greatest and you hate it

It only takes
One man to bust
But takes these two to raise them standards up
Take three, Debris, man, the cuts this is for
Those that will stand with us

From sundown into the dawn didn't I warn
The lyrical storm hits you in a physical form
This isn't your norm, didn't reform, isn't your average
Wishing to score listeners for pitiful crap it's

Off Richter, sicker than cough fits ya
Listen to pop hits? This isn't your soft shit ya
All in the mix so start warning the kids
They're adopted and not that they were born with a gift

I'm so fatal that reverends won't stay till confession
You all can't hold your own like post natal depression
I've got a mouth of profanity
A spouse and a family
At my house man no wonder that I'm doubting my sanity

I'm an honest drunk, what a mentality
Avoiding the truth is staying sober, I'm an addict of reality
I live for tomorrow so cheating death today
Means at all costs avoid repeating yesterday

I'm a loose cannon
Enough juice to soothe famine
Break your back with this rap then ask you who's slammin'?
Some rapper claiming a throne, unaware they ain't kings only royalty they know is airplay

Hey guys this is Bigs
Pick up ya phone will ya
You better be in the bloody studio
Finishing this album anyway
If ya don't hurry up we gonna be callin' the album
The Broke Ass Long Road
I bet your all sittin' back playin' computer games and there havin' a big laugh
But it's not goin' to be funny when you're art works got pink