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letra de milk bar star - pegz

[verse 1:]
i’m a milk bar star – make em’ catch on fire
making rappers bite in to the appetizer
this is hot sh-t spitting like a magmagizer
you couldn’t stop it with a tranquilliser
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 t-tties! ”
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 10 billion in petrolium excise
red lights flashing like columbian neck ties
green lights flashing like a couple of jedi’s
she got a motor like a v8 stoker
work mc’s like a 6 speed dj’s 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 sickning odour
got a, lift my game and quit the dozier
got a, win her over set my charges
and try act like the s-x is irrelivant
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 speakin’ my mind
i’m a fight and forgive her, put the ch-nk in her sight
she was a princess back when i was treating her right
life’s a b-tch 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 s-xy image
who is she – the mp60

[verse 2:]
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 bl–dy 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 70’s rock
a lot of whack -ss rappers got a bentley and yaught
on some pop sh-t softer than beckham and posh
and the devil made em’ do it like bush and howard
strange voices in their head like woody allen

- pegz

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