Art Rush - Sydney Slutz lyrics

( written & performed by The Kid) Sick of stupid Sydney s*uts, so stuck up Maybe it's just my run of luck but I think you're all f**ed Sick of stupid Sydney s*uts, so stuck up Maybe it's just my run of luck but I think you're all f**ed, love Sick of tryina pick up chicks in this sh** f** you b**h, Sydney is a pit full of grit, eat a dick you think you're special, Daddy's little angel you're insane girl, I bet you're really into an*l in the chain world Get out of here, you don't belong Distraction in a thong, punch a bong, write a song who the f** you think you are? think you're ooh la la, la di da to drink with the commoner well f** you, I'm king and you're nothing to me just a stupid little thing with a string a newbie "oh my cousin is david beckham?" "oh you reckon?" "yes I reckon" now you're sitting in the special section full of crap, well this chap in the hat won't buy that your life ain't no facts "oh my dad owns five hotels including this one and that one" shut the f** up, your lies smell, s** a fat one and you probably do, and who do you choose? not the mad c*nt now reekin' a-booze and I lose again, did I offend? at least I don't pretend to have friends, and you send me bound the rend love with your long blonde hair and your wrong front there make me stare when you're sitting in the deckchair at this crazy party night you're hardly right when you speak out your mouth and the boys don't mind when you describe they agree to your dribble, and you sit in the middle and you play your fiddle you're a tease for the skeeze but you only stay a little while and a smile on your dial cause you're really stupid and you prove it, like a trial of a ma** murderer, never heard of ya it's concernin' ya, i'm burnin ya up, gone, had enough middle of a conversation walk away - stuff ya muff you know I'd like to chew and bite you, pull you by the hair, do or dare, just to smite you cause a good hate f** is what you need, root you full of greed go cop a feed, triple cheese triple cheese, c*nt Sick of stupid Sydney s*uts, so stuck up Maybe it's just my run of luck but I think you're all f**ed Sick of stupid Sydney s*uts, so stuck up Maybe it's just my run of luck but I think you're all f**ed, love and what about all you northern shore ones? you're all f**ed mutts, who*es are more fun you're all fake, make no mistake, none of you I rate you make me quite irate, and I hate I could never date a chick like that no matter how much money I make, and that's a fact what's goin on in this bullsh** city? what am I missing? try to pull chicks quickly cause I'm getting old, I'm gonna die one day but hey God, do us a favour, supply one aye oh sh**, what the f**'s my deal I'm sick in a pit, God's not real got no-one to turn to but the boys bunch of gronks, bunch of toys in the end they just annoy cause they get more than me hold on for a second while I pee what was I sayin right? oh yeah too many sh** b**hes f**in tonight in their tights and their skirts, boy how it hurts causin fights, burnin nerves, I tell ya none of you girls are worth any of this trouble hate to burst your bubble but you ain't that supple to cause such a scuffle darlin, have you been to europe? there's a kerfuffle none of you girls compare I want to s**le on the nips of all them euro easy f**in' goin got the lips hips and tits that go with it, except the Brits what you got? most you girls have forgot that you ain't got the lot, you're a skank and you're not hot deadset 7 out of 10 at the most, so don't f**in' boast, stick up your nose unless you is the host of this shindiggimus maximus if you that drunk, i'm bringin' you back with us but even the wasted ones never put out without a doubt one of your friends is on the prowl for us louts now listen love, if you're gonna get drunk and f**, that's your own luck you paved it yourself you can't blame this c*nt for tryin' and applyin' cause I'm wasted too, like you, and this party is a zoo and one of us is bound to lose, spew on our shoes end up with a bruise, get on the booze snooze cause you sydney b**hes play hard to get just f**in' give it, don't depart and jet this party ain't begun, it ain't started yet am I really that ugly, I'm a ba*tard, yeah i know, i f**in' know c*nt Sick of stupid Sydney s*uts, so stuck up Maybe it's just my run of luck but I think you're all f**ed Sick of stupid Sydney s*uts, so stuck up Maybe it's just my run of luck but I think you're all f**ed Sick of stupid Sydney s*uts, so stuck up Maybe it's just my run of luck but I think you're all f**ed Sick of f**in' Sydney s*uts, so stuck up Maybe it's just my run of luck but I think you're all f**ed, love