Most of these shitmen had
no gun or manure
They just bribed on the dog,
too lazy to work
They were just demons
And that's as far as any
of them go again
Who's got this shit locked,
weapons and killers
Step in the milk bar,
dressed as a chen chen gorilla
Nobody move,
I talk my dogs who seek balls
Give me a chocolate big M
and a pie with sauce
Kid I'm twice as raw,
I listen to funk gores
While getting head blow
and a spliff in my club sport
Don't think I'm strictly ballet in a car
When I'm drunk, sing Jimmy Barnes
Or play the gui tar,
take a bath while you preach bout keepin' it raw
I'm from Melbourne,
motherfuckin' streets of New York
I never been to Japan,
the Queens or the Bronx
But I've seen a lot of shit,
so believe what you want
I'd rather watch SBS and MTV
I'd rather read Stealth Mag than HHC
Plutonic loud beats smash up the city
Pigs rips the text like Gag at the Christie
Man of mystery and hip
-hop's holocaust
Kickin' Nazis off stage in
two -dollar thongs
Droppin' bombs on your rip
-curl -trucker hats
Rockin' a show in a burnt
hood and tuck a bag
Party don't stop till cops kick the
door in
Shoot the DJ at six in the morning
I'll sell out for a chicken wing
with dipping sauce,
dance in a tampon
Ad like Wicked Force,
sick of all you corny fools
claiming your shit is raw
Replicating 93, I can't bring a Vaughn
You can listen to metal
or wear Dunlops
Party at a rave, new breed
Carl Cox, DJ Select,
something for you hard rocks
Cutting to the sounds of platonic
lab rum shots
We come from the bedroom
to liberate movement
Like 3D graffiti walls by Luma
Unanticipated, innovative music
Eliminate your schoolyard bully bluegrin
Keep frontin',
cause when it all backfires
You'll get baptized like vampires
Obese crew,
catch and wreck with their hands tied
Leaving competition jack
knifed with flat tires
Party don't stop till
cops kick the door in
Party don't stop till
cops kick the door in
Party don't stop till cops kick the door in
Shoot the DJ at six in
the mornin'
Mad ducks ahead of the class,
bred for the task
Step in the club with the
Mighty Predator's mask
Sippin' veteran's blood
out a gentleman's flask
Ice grillin' new jacks
for the ad renaline rush
Went from a city heroine
loves the devils in charge
Rebels cover the streets
with incredible art
Beware of the deadly snakes
like Wayne Carey
Generic accents
that'll make my brain hemorrhage
Step to me and get a shot
on my spectrum
I'll take you out like a
dosectomy
The sole arbitrator chased burners
like a fire brigade
And licked the cream off
the part of my face
High with my mates who can burn us
Shooting murder james hardy
for ab using workers
You gotta ask,
where did we lose the purpose?
Rupert Murdoch's God
and the truth is worthless
The universe is being explored,
freedom ignored
And little George is the demon of war
Party don't stop till cops kick
the door in
And shoot the DJ at six in the
morning
I'm ready, man! I'm out! I'm out!