Pegz - Milk Bar Star lyrics

[Verse 1] I'm a milk bar star - make em' catch on fire Making rappers bite in to the appetizer This is hot sh** 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 titties!" 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 Cos she's been around the block and don't play for keeps Who is she - A two inch tape machine (s**er) 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** 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'ma fight and forgive her, put the chink in her sight She was a princess back when I was treating her right Life's a b**h 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**y 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 bloody 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 a** rappers got a Bentley and yaught On some pop sh** softer than Beckham and Posh And the devil made em' do it like Bush and Howard Strange voices in their head like Woody Allen