Hilltop Hoods

[Verse 1]
(Suffa)
You sound like a bitch man
Nymphos in your clip and disco riffs man
I'll tell you this, OK, it don't fit man
It's like OJ, little glove, big hand
Step to this I'll take your miss, make her twist and
Moan, like I fucked with the pitch man
This land where the bricks stand
On red sands, I spit grams of powdered Difflam
To ease your muscle pain, do the hustle
Came to tussle against the corporate gain man
Parcels move train to plane in the struggle
Markers give a claim to fame in the jungle
Street revolutionaries, we the evolutionary
Anomalies, but stupidly they try stopping me
That's only making me a martyr we
Like opiates in the vein, attack the arteries
Don't get smart with me; I got a heart in me
Like Pharlap, and gone so far raps now a part of me
I got camaraderie, the great unwashed
I got a heart in me that pump's straight up scotch
But crews still try to diss me, till I switch it on em
Like they try to diss Fats, till they see a picture of him
Big boys, aint small man, they tall and
Ugly, want to cut me come join and join the monsters ball man