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 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 been down since

Back in the days when I was a teenager

First up, on the dolcet tones,

of the gravy bone projects,

Suffa MC came to take you home

I drip lyrics like spits, spit lyrics like drips

In the arms I'll lick ya spirit with my miracle web, web

'Cause what I'm hearing's all shed

On the lyrical tip

Na, I ain't feeling ya kid

We gave ya, something to jock,

but it wasn't no thing, like Bobby,

gave Whitney a rock but it wasn't no ring (Drinks Party)

And I'm a keep at 'em, crossing my fingers as Eve

Says, keep at 'em, I'm going down on Louise

And I'm a reek 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 lay the path so you got a way in

It's Hilltop, the 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 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 been down since

Back in the days when I was a teenager

Next up, when I get loose and they fail

Open the lot, the naked truth and the truth is for sale

So when I leave ya

Ya 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 think type bro, betcha at my shows dressed in several of your wife's clothes

An arrogant fucker

Damage and suckas master fleet, huh,

If I married ya mother ya still wouldn't be half of me

You should run from me

Fuck battaling, ain't nothing sweet,

'Cause I won't beat ya to the punch I'll punch ya to the beat

Don't get offended by the rubbish that we pump in the street

My foots always in my mouth they 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 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 been down since

Back in the days when I was a teenager

Man 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 one sick can ever better me (no one man)

And half the time half my crew could drink the bar,

and half these cats and half of what they think they are

We independent, a sign on the line

The day me giving you the finger as a sign of the times

Man the rhymes are designed to try this is but why this is

I had rewind to try to find this is man,

I just recline and mind my business,

and I'm thinkin' lines of rhymes of rhyme stitches,

of the mind of the lines thats time for my... Ay! What the fuck!

At ten when does the kill

They stab ya neck with the finger until you've bled and my quill

This veteren's ill, thinkin' you can better my skill

Ya need medicine chill, with 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 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 been down since

Back in the days when I was a teenager