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Hillatoppa, hilla, hilla, hillatoppa,
Finish off a fifth of vodka,
light it up and spit it on ya,
Man me and P-Dela got
got a hella proper,
Flow, see what I'm saying
like a teleprompter?
And you could never stop
us, fucking posers,
Appetite for destruction
like Guns N' Roses,
We come like Moses,
down from the Hilltop a,
Pain killer, pill popper,
brain killer, slurring like,
Haim still a threat when we fill up a field,
Like an open air opera,
sample a snare off a,
Vinyl they wanna take a piece
like a sharecropper,
Stifle creativity,
and its not fair fuckers,
Before you try this just know that
you'd have better luck,
Trying to stare off a man with no eyelids,
This is a rare offer so take advantage,
A carnival of carnage climbing
out your garbage,
Man we're off the hook like a carcass,
These bastards try and sell
shares off an artist,
Fuck your share offer,
cos we're off the map,
And we can't be bought with any fair offer,
Mattafact fuck unfair offers,
can't be bought,
What the pair offer can't be taught,
I used to love her,
then they kidnapped her,
Dragged her through the streets and they shaved
her fucking hair off her
CHORUS
And she's so ugly,
The music's asking why
he don't love me,
You've been used by
too many guys,
And now I can't look you in the eye,
But when I met her,
I was like she's so lovely,
And she said ‘I'd let him cut me',
but now it's like,
You've been used by
too many guys,
And now I can't look you in the eye,
Wish I never met her
VERSE 2: PRESSURE This aint life in the fast lane,
This
is hard rain, soaking and know
ing you missed the last train,
This aint a date for the day,
It's made that it stays timeless,
they'll never take that away,
This aint glamour and shine,
cameras, dimes,
It's me handling mine in hazardous times,
This aint love and ro mance it's
hate, gluttons and antics,
Paint brushing the canvas,
aint nothing attractive,
So fuck a make-over,
cant cant take the weight like a pay loader,
Then we throw ya to the flame thrower,
This aint silver lined clouds,
It's real and right now for the crowd
to put a meal in my mouth,
This aint a beautiful temptress,
nor a youthful apprentice,
In the cubical doing usual stretches,
It's ugly and ravished,
hungry and damaged,
But she's mine and the only thing that
loves me that matters
CHORUS And
she's so ugly,
The music's asking why
he don't love me,
You've been used by
too many guys,
And now I can't look you in the eye,
But when I met her,
I was like she's so lovely,
And she said ‘I'd let him cut me',
but now it's like,
You've been used by
too many guys,
And now I can't look you in the eye,
Wish I never met her