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"Clown Prince"


Oi P it's your round
Na it's your round
Oi it's your fucking round man I got the last fucking round!
Hey you still owe me five anyway bro! You get the round!
Fuck! It's your round dude.

It's your round!
If ya hangin' at the back of the bar
So just bounce!
Like ya bangin' in the back of ya car
We turn it out!
Hilltop we've been down since
Back in the days... I'm the clown prince!

It's your round!
If ya hangin' at the back of the bar
So just bounce!
Like ya bangin' in the back of ya car
We turn it out!
Hilltop we've been down since
Back in the days when I was a teenager

First up, on the dulcet tones,
of the gravy bone project,
Suffa MC came to take you home
I drip lyrics like spit, spit lyrics like drips
Into arms I'll lick your spirit with my miracle whip
Whip 'Cause what I'm hearing's all shit
On the lyrical tip
Na, I ain't feeling ya kid
We gave you, something to jock,
but it wasn't no thing, like Bobby,
gave Whitney a rock but it wasn't no ring
And I'm a keep at 'em, crossing my fingers that Eve
Says, keep adam, I'm going down on Louise
And I'm a wreak havoc
Little man with a big pen
I got dirty habits like a nun in a pig pen
Like drinking, smoking, cursing, sucking
Titties representing the city I grew up in
We laid the path so you got a way in
It's Hilltop; we're three stars at the holiday inn.

It's your round!
If ya hangin' at the back of the bar
So just bounce!
Like ya bangin' in the back of ya car
We turn it out!
Hilltop we've been down since
Back in the days... I'm the clown prince!

It's your round!
If ya hangin' at the back of the bar
So just bounce!
Like ya bangin' in the back of ya car
We turn it out!
Hilltop we've been down since
Back in the days when I was a teenager

Next up, when I get loose with no fail
Appealing like the naked truth and the truth is for sale
So when I leave yo
You're fucking with my pride I don't see though
Typical MC
My nuts don't match the size of my ego
I seize an opportunity, cause they don't linger
That glass ain't half empty it's half full
That's why I'm a table drinker
Think your on Pressure's level?
Only thing tight bro, that you might show is dressed in several of your wife's clothes
An arrogant fucker
damaging suckers masterfully
If I married your mother you still wouldn't be half of me
You should run from me
Fuck batteling, ain't nothing sweet,
'Cause I won't beat you a to the punch I'll punch you to the beat
Don't get offended by the rubbish that we pump in the street
My foots always in my mouth i just can't stomach defeat
I'm a master these until it's hard to breath
It's Hilltop we the first to come, last to leave.

It's your round!
If ya hangin' at the back of the bar
So just bounce!
Like ya bangin' in the back of ya car
We turn it out!
Hilltop we've been down since
Back in the days... I'm the clown prince!

It's your round!
If ya hangin' at the back of the bar
So just bounce!
Like ya bangin' in the back of ya car
We turn it out!
Hilltop we've been down since
Back in the days when I was a teenager

I'm smooth like, Marlon Brando at thirty
At my peak like, Marlon Brando at fifty
And I'm fat like, Marlon Brando at seventy
Fuck it; no MC can ever better me
And half the time half my crew could drink the bar,
and half these cats aint half of what they think they are
We independent, i'd sign on the line
The day me giving you the finger is a sign of the times
Their rhymes are designed to try diss us but why diss us?
i don't rewind to try to find disses,
man, I just recline and mind my business,
and I think in lines in rhymes, the rhyme stitches,
up the minds of the lines of dimes and fine.. ay what the fuck!
i pen letters that kill,
They stab your neck with a feather until you've bled in my quill
This veteren's ill, thinkin' you can better my skill
You need medicine chill a Pressure vendetta's for real.

It's your round!
If ya hangin' at the back of the bar
So just bounce!
Like ya bangin' in the back of ya car
We turn it out!
Hilltop we've been down since
Back in the days... I'm the clown prince!

It's your round!
If ya hangin' at the back of the bar
So just bounce!
Like ya bangin' in the back of ya car
We turn it out!
Hilltop we've been down since
Back in the days when I was a teenager

[Thanks to (`*X.XтαниXX.X* ) (xtremely_sexc@hotmail.com) for these lyrics]
[Thanks to bek (falling-for-you.xx@hotmail.com) for correcting these lyrics]

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