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Need A Change (instrumental)
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This is an old version of a song, which is on my EP. The EP version has vocals and some extra intruments.
aussie hip hop stinkylips ovaproof
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Aussie, underground MC.
Stinkylips is a solo underground rapper from Brisbane, Australia.
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Charts
#142,372 today Peak #567
#88,599 in subgenre Peak #319
Author
Stinkylips
Rights
OvaProof Records
Uploaded
February 08, 2005
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MP3 3.3 MB 128 kbps 0:00
Lyrics
WARNING: Offensive content! V1. Brain inflamed from overuse and pi** abuse/ in excess and you can smell it on my breath/ the smell of death/ bowels in my chest/ Stinky Maximus/ Johnny taxin’ us/ prepare for exodus/ impost the imposters/ words I speak preposterous/ beats with hotness/ keep the freaks topless/ stop the madness/ stop the killing/ stop the maccas apple pie with the very hot filling/ I’m not willing to fill my guts with junk/ second hand smoke steady cloggin up my lungs but/ stockin’ up funds from not buyin’ cream buns/ keep ya onion rings and them greasy other things that pollute/ I’m fillin my fridge with fresh fruit & veges/ frig ya fatty fried wedges/ the meat I like to eat best is sweet fresh spadger/ while I’m gettin’ treated myself and lookin’ at ya/ in the mirror/ 69 diner/ ’99 Dyna Wide Glide with a fried tyre/ I’m quite tired of the same old same/ I need a change to inspire my brain, lift ya game. Ch. We need to lift up the game We need a drip in the vein When I deliver the pain It’s like I’m spittin’ a flame We need to sift through the lame Create a link in the chain Just let it sink in ya brain… V2. I aint got the hots for what’s in the box/ ‘coz a box with dots equals pox on ya co**/ don’t need no disease to make my knob drop off/ please STD sl**s, you can just sod off/ I’m about to nod off from boredom/ this monotonous pop has got me yawnin’/ why do they record ‘em/ this metropolis is hot, f*** warm/ we bout to storm ‘em/ I’ll turn the charts around no doubt when I start tourin’/ Stinkylipus Max not known for his decorum/ spittin’ twisted facts to the cats I get applause from/ single fingered jabs for the waks that wanna snore on/ I want the platinum plaques for my wall ya f***in’ moron/ I’m stuck in a rut/ gotta clean my act up/ I’m stuck with a gut till I stop eatin’ muck/ either that or heave it up like a supermodels meal/ these takeaway ads have got me feelin’ quite ill/ f*** ya fatty burgers and ya fried chicken legs/ I only wanna get Obese on CD to listen to Pegz/ I’m sick of the dregs left from this mainstream music/ underground sound this is how we do s*** Ch.
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