Full Effect Crossbred Mongrels (Ft. Hilltop Hoods)

[Intro: Fatface & Pressure]
It’s the Mongrels, the Hoods and DJ Bonez
With Mass MC and four microphones
We’re about to get down, and prove we catch wreck
And make you bounce more than a conman’s cheque

[Verse 1: Fatface]
I’m in full effect (What?), like PJ’s magazine
All my flows are butter 'cause I don’t use margarine
Mate, spread the word, Fatface is dropping raps
I got your head nodding to the kicks, snare and claps
Perhaps you need a drink? Well, shout me one too
When I bust lyrics, I get thirsty for a brew
Why not grab a slab? I’m sure the Hood’s agree
"There’s nothing like a coldy, even better when it’s free”
Stylish rhymes get flexed, especially when I’m drunk
The piss in my system brings out the funk
Sometimes I run amok, but now I’m just maxin'
Back to the beat, that’s my way of relaxin'
I live for hip-hop, then sculling down a lager
Ever [?] a hangover and the headaches seem harder
What I really can’t stand is a pissed, bogan wanker
[?] more than Warney hates Sri Lanka
Still my life is chill, it's kinda like an Esky
Do I have any complaints? They’re all pretty pesky
Maybe alcohol poisoning, but that I don’t fear
The one thing I do is a pub with no beer