clown prince restrung
Singer:hilltop hoods
it's your round if you're hanging at the back of the bar
so just bounce like you're banging in the back of your car
hilltop; we've been down since
i'm the clown prince. it's your round
if you're hanging at the back of the bar
so just bounce like you're banging in the back of your car
hilltop; we've been down since
back in the days when i was a teenager. first up on the dulcet tones of the gravy bone project
suffa mc came to take you home
into arms i'll lick your spirit with my miracle whip
cos what i'm hearing's all shit on the lyrical tip
nah i ain't feeling you kid
like bobby gave whitney a rock but it wasn't no ring
crossing my fingers that eve
little man with a big pen
i got dirty habits like a nun in a pig pen
representing the city that i grew up in
we laid the path so you got a way in
it's hilltop; we're three stars like a holiday inn. it's your round if you're hanging at the back of the bar
so just bounce like you're banging in the back of your car
hilltop; we've been down since
i'm the clown prince. it's your round if you're hanging at the back of the bar
so just bounce like you're banging in the back of your car
hilltop; we've been down since
back in the days when i was a teenager. next up
when i get loose with no fail
appealing like the naked truth and the truth is for sale
you're fucking with my pride i don't see though
my nuts don't match the size of my ego
i seize an opportunity cos they don't linger
the glass ain't half empty its half full that why i'm a table drinker
think you're on pressures level? only thing tight bro
that you might show is dressed in several of your wife's clothes
an arrogant fucker damaging suckers masterfully
if i married your mother you still wouldn't be half of me
fuck battling ain't nothing sweet
cos i won't beat you to the punch i'll punch you to the beat
don't get offended by the rubbish that we pump in the street
my foots always in my mouth i just cant stomach defeat
i'm a master these until it's hard to breathe
we're the first to come last to leave. it's your round if you're hanging at the back of the bar
so just bounce like you're banging in the back of your car
hilltop; we've been down since
i'm the clown prince. it's your round if you're hanging at the back of the bar
so just bounce like you're banging in the back of your car
hilltop; we've been down since
back in the days when i was a teenager. i'm smooth like marlon brando at thirty
at my peak like marlon brando at fifty
and i'm fat like marlon brando at seventy
fuck it; no mc could ever better me
and half the time half my crew could drink the bar
and half these cats ain't half of what they think they are
the day me giving you the finger is a sign of the times
their rhymes are designed to try diss us
i don't rewind to try to find disses
i just recline and mind my business
and i think in lines in rhymes
up the minds of the lines of dimes and fine. i pen letters that kill
then stab your neck with a feather until you've bled in my quill
thinking you can better my skill
you need medicine chill a pressure vendettas for real. it's your round if you're hanging at the back of the bar
so just bounce like you're banging in the back of your car
hilltop; we've been down since
i'm the clown prince. it's your round if you're hanging at the back of the bar
so just bounce like you're banging in the back of your car
hilltop; we've been down since
back in the days when i was a teenager.