[VERSE 1]
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Hillatoppa, hilla, hilla, hillatoppa,
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Finish off a fifth of vodka, light it up and spit it on ya,
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Man me and P-Dela got a hella proper,
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Flow, see what I'm saying like a teleprompter?
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And you could never stop us, fucking posers,
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Appetite for destruction like Guns N' Roses,
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We come like Moses, down from the Hilltop a,
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Pain killer, pill popper, brain killer, slurring like,
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Haim still a threat when we fill up a field,
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Like an open air opera, sample a snare off a,
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Vinyl they wanna take a piece like a sharecropper,
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Stifle creativity, and its not fair fuckers,
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Before you try this just know that you'd have better luck,
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Trying to stare off a man with no eyelids,
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This is a rare offer so take advantage,
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A carnival of carnage climbing out your garbage,
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Man we're off the hook like a carcass,
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These bastards try and sell shares off an artist,
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Fuck your share offer, cos we're off the map,
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And we can't be bought with any fair offer,
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Mattafact fuck unfair offers, can't be bought,
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What the pair offer can't be taught,
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I used to love her, then they kidnapped her,
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Dragged her through the streets and they shaved her fucking hair off her
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[CHORUS]
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And she's so ugly,
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The music's asking why he don't love me,
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You've been used by too many guys,
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And now I can't look you in the eye,
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But when I met her, I was like she's so lovely,
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And she said a¢æ?I'd let him cut me', but now it's like,
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You've been used by too many guys,
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And now I can't look you in the eye,
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Wish I never met her
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[VERSE 2: PRESSURE]
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This aint life in the fast lane,
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This is hard rain, soaking and knowing you missed the last train,
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This aint a date for the day,
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It's made that it stays timeless, they'll never take that away,
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This aint glamour and shine, cameras, dimes,
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It's me handling mine in hazardous times,
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This aint love and romance it's hate, gluttons and antics,
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Paint brushing the canvas, aint nothing attractive,
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So fuck a make-over, cant take the weight like a pay loader,
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Then we throw ya to the flame thrower,
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This aint silver lined clouds,
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It's real and right now for the crowd to put a meal in my mouth,
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This aint a beautiful temptress, nor a youthful apprentice,
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In the cubical doing usual stretches,
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It's ugly and ravished, hungry and damaged,
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But she's mine and the only thing that loves me that matters
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[CHORUS]
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And she's so ugly,
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The music's asking why he don't love me,
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You've been used by too many guys,
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And now I can't look you in the eye,
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But when I met her, I was like she's so lovely,
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And she said a¢æ?I'd let him cut me', but now it's like,
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You've been used by too many guys,
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And now I can't look you in the eye,
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Wish I never met her
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She's So Ugly
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