Pegz - Milk Bar Star Lyrics
[Verse 1:]I'm a milk bar star - make em' catch on fireMaking rappers bite in to the appetizerThis is hot shit spitting like a magmagizerYou couldn't stop it with a tranquilliserBang your head like a crash-test taxi driverThe French iron chef with an ankle grinderMarinate your thoughts in plutonium whiskeyWith a beat that makes you wanna scream "show me your titties! "Stoninking city, home of the grittyComing together like the moon and sun solar eclipsingBurn a whole in your pocket like a pokie addictionSmoking cigarettes and socially drinkingI Know what you're thinking, show me the headlinesWhere's the 10 billion in petrolium exciseRed lights flashing like Columbian neck tiesGreen lights flashing like a couple of Jedi'sShe got a motor like a V8 stokerWork mc's like a 6 speed DJ's NoahCause she's been around the block and don't play for keepsWho is she - A two inch tape machine (sucker)She won't call, won't pick the phone upGot a draw full of toys and vikrum yogaIgnoring my voice like a sickning odourGot a, lift my game and quit the dozierGot a, win her over set my chargesAnd try act like the sex is irrelivantShe made me go down and test every elementEvery dallied depart magnetically talentedI feel like telling her I'm leaving tonightBut committing suicide ain't speakin' my mindI'm a fight and forgive her, put the chink in her sightShe was a princess back when I was treating her rightLife's a ***** with a score to settleTwisting my strings like contorted metalStepping on my heart like a distortion pedalShe's just a worn medal, war mementoShe's been down before the SP12A lot of hip hop brothers know the prestige soundExtra gritty with the sexy imageWho is she - The MP60[Verse 2:]We rise up like the steps of the favelaAnd jump off the ledge with an umbrellaSetting the bar stellar with a blazing guitaristThe next generation of Australian artistsStraight out the bloody rib cage of a carcasPublic enemy with my face on the targetTake your best shot like Henry ShavonteHip Hop's more decedent than 70's rockA lot of whack ass rappers got a Bentley and yaughtOn some pop shit softer than Beckham and PoshAnd the devil made em' do it like Bush and HowardStrange voices in their head like Woody Allen
