phunki

Well Well Well,

Merry Xmas all you kids, hope ur xmas has been as good as mine, its 12;30pm xmas day, i just woke up, well i only went to bed 5 hours ago, im so hungover, my apartment is a fucking mess, i had a big party here last night, supposed to only be 10-15 ppl, turned into close to 40 ppl in here,
carpets are dirty, the smell of weed is enbedded in all the curtains and walls, i cant be bothered cleaning up yet,

my b/f benji got me a gold watch by versace, its soooooo
beautiful, ive wanted it for ages, he's such a good boy, i also got the new hilltop hoods dvd, which im watching right now,
it also fucking rocks, i drank more then i think i ever had last night, i puked up twice inthe toilet, i remember looking at the clock after we did shots of tequila and it was 6;30am. after that i dont remember anything, but i woke up in my bed so someone must have been nice enough to put me in bed, probably ben, although he was not in much of a better state then me,
i have no clean socks, i havnt done any laundry in over a week, there is cigerette ash, crushed into the carpet and stains of all kinds, how am i going to get them out,
oh well, worry about it later, i need a coffee, so
merry xmas boys and girls, drink and eat lots and be merry

merry xmas to the hilltop hoods also, best hiphop group in
the whole world, cause there Australian...

NOSE BLEED SECTION:

For my people in the front, in the nose bleed section,
This is for the headsets loving the mix,
My people in the front all covered in spit,
Batters in the box,
Suffas to pitch
Hilltop hoods all humping this bitch
We are the funk leaders, punks you cant beat us

So jump with us, down the front if its,
Your flavour, come get drunk with us

This life turned out nothing like I had planned,
Why not? By now I should have had some land,
Some money in my hand, right about fifty grand,
But I got nothing, nothing, I write rhymes on the bus,
I keep suffering, suffering, from the lines in the dust you keep sniffing,
That shit is for the punk, that shit is for my bros, the people in the front row

I looked around, the faces I know,
I fell in love with the people in the front row
I looked around, the faces I know,
I fell in love with the people in the front row

Check it out
I got hip-hop taste buds,
Wanna hear that bass when I make love,
Wanna hear some lyrics when I wake up,
I write rhy,mes to get me through a break up.BITCH

I love my whisky, straight,
No chaser, when 350 breaks, no flavour
Till I found this one and made the,
Bass hooked with the drum, my saviour,
This is the come back, tounge black
Sharp like a thumb tak, so tight chains the same,
Kick my foot back, one track, gay track,
Gave that residual, noise banned funk that we claimed with the digital,
Toys of the apache, youre failing to match me
Throw your hands in the air like u hailing a taxi taxi
And move to the front row, ur stepping are you drunk bro?
This is for my peeps and the freaks in the front row

I looked around, the faces I know,
I fell in love with the people in the front row
I looked around, the faces I know,
I fell in love with the people in the front row

People dont complain if suffas in here,
and youre in the front row all covered in beer
and the club bonus dont say that theyre wrecked if theyre full,
if the roof is on fire, its an electric fault
well I bet you in bulk, when I bring it live,
like Friday night footy in my hoodie, I can hide,
I get live from the brakes, someone place one,
Lads if youre heading to the bar, grab your mates one,
Ladies come chill, come work with me honey,
I got like half a mill in monopoly money,
theres no stopping me honey, so you can take my hand
We can lay on the beach and count grains of sand,
take a plane to Japan and drink saki with the mafia,
Fly to Libya for some Bacardi with Geduffia
Dinner date followed by a funk show uh
Well rip off our tops and jump around in the front row

I looked around, the faces I know,
I fell in love with the people in the front row
I looked around, the faces I know,
I fell in love with the people in the front row

Put me here, and im all yours,
its not for the money and its not for the applause, no

its the nosebleed section

I looked around, the faces I know,
I fell in love with the people in the front row
I looked around, the faces I know,
I fell in love with the people in the front row