Circuit Breaker Hilltop Hoods

[Intro:]
Hello darling, Suffa. Hope the reason you're not answering the phone is because you are finishing your album. The operative word would be 'finishing.' Keep in touch

[Verse 1: Suffa]
I got to jump back and kiss myself
The Hoods have come back to rip this girl
Live on the drum track, man, you dissed yourself
So drunk that you nearly pissed yourself
And if you come whack you risk your health
I'm the one that made LL ring the bells
Sharp as a thumb tack, it's the infidel
In the back with some girl named Isabelle
And I'm a, you're gonna what? I'm a wreck this, the freshest
Thermoelectric's, technics and a setlist
So check this, Hilltop lock jaws like tetanus
Fuck breakfast at Tiffany's, I want Tiffany for breakfast
(What up? What up?) The funk leader, told you last LP
With a style that make you smile like a Chelsea
Smile, (What the fuck's that man?) It's when you place
Razor blades on the cheeks then a kick to the face
In the place and we raising the roof
Like Al Qaeda placed a case in the booth
A taste of the truth and some flawless shit
Like John Howard knows the taste of George's dick!
Man, I'm born to spit these kids wish they stuck me
I warn you kid you're bitch made like puppies
Switch blade to Nazis' cut them through their khakis
I lose it every time I put it down like car keys