Butterfingers - Anthem lyrics

[Verse 1: Evil Eddie] Whatever happened to rapping from the backyard? Every time you see rap stars, they're in fat cars But we're at the other end of the spectrum So we disrespect them and kick them in the rectum Get a vivisection at the hospital (Get your kit off) And I bet they're soft in the middle. Talk a lot of sh** just to fit into a mold Stepping to the mic and representing no soul bu*terfingers bring it to you raw Ugly as your mother and hard to the core Like nards under floorboards, that's how I spit With the hectic septic underground sh** Eclectically equipped, epileptically I flip between genres bu*terfingers, dropping bombs on ya's Coming ominous like it was a monsoon Banging like onomatopoeia goes... [Hook: Ladies Singing] bu*terfingers (x4) [Verse 2: Evil Eddie] A lot of hip-hop's a rip off but I'm a f**ing chip off The old block and don't tote a gold clock And don't know how the f** a mouth chocked full of diamonds Helps with developing lyrics when your rhyming The conundrum is none of it relates To me or to you or to any of your mates And I bet at this rate heads are getting bored of it Especially when the whole regiment's fraudulent Corny ornaments don't mean a thing but Dingalings get their bling bling written in Wingdings Thinking it's the in thing but you know it's only A phoney persona for the one trick pony If its factual, rap is demographical This is River City and me accent's natural Forget collateral, we're in it for the sport I wanna thank the audience for all of their support We step onto the court specifically to wreck it Punk rock ethic but funky copacetic and Poetically a headache to the critics and the censors; Go to hell and then tell them who sent ya's... [Hook] [Bridge: Evil Eddie] Because life is a prison, and that's why I'm singing To stop the domination of the bland To air the dirty linen and give criticism Besetting them with reprimand With rhymes that I've written, for times that we live in Aren't you glad someone understands? It's the gift that keeps giving So sit back and listen Give props to the motherf**ing band [Verse 3: Evil Eddie] Record executives rig the charts So the current numbers ones can kiss my a** When we get a turn it'll be by earning it Because we represent the independent alternative Can't be urban, it's just not black enough Can't be contemporary, not whack enough Can't be rock because we flip to hip hop in our set Ahhhh sh**, where do we fit? Nowhere I guess, and I'm proud of that actually Blacklisted from every single category Except for independent which you can't dispute You think we signed away our rights? That's kinda cute But I recite the truth no matter how obnoxious And we don't give a sh** if we don't fit into your boxes They should slot us into urban Aussie folklore When that'll be a category, you'll know who to vote for [Outro Hook: singing ladies and (Evil Eddie)] bu*terfingers (Perfect sound waves for home and workplace) bu*terfingers (Weddings, functions, children's birthdays) bu*terfingers (Surround sound lounge rooms, and wireless headphones) bu*terfingers (Or Over P.A's at clubs and car stereos)