Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hullabaloo, artist - Regurgitator. Date of issue: 10.10.2002
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Hullabaloo |
| Well you know i got the get go |
| Comin up one gouroujina 3.30 |
| Fast it’s like i got a cracker up my ass |
| Crass educated middle middle class |
| Half caste one of a critical mass |
| Broke the old mold smashed the last cast |
| If you ask me don’t believe the hype of the past |
| Cos political ties are never built to last |
| Seems like a motherfucker want a capitalize |
| Parasites on the rise with greed in their eyes |
| I criticise only when you fuckers despise |
| Lives take a dive when your dirty profits are high |
| Good grief could we see some debt relief |
| Or can you stand to watch another fucker spending belief |
| Fuck sake all you do is take n take n take |
| Maybe it’s time to cut a break |
| I got the pantene sheen with with the colgate gleam |
| I mean shit. |
| they told me i was worth it. |
| legit that’s all i need |
| I’m free to rot my teeth with coca co i utilise |
| The phenylalanic flow to tap the toe and rock it |
| Live i survive by the means i deploy |
| Laugh in the face of the void. |
| prozac. |
| enjoy |
| We’re on top with the same sweatshop enterprise |
| We’re big macking keep the fries on the side |
| Cuz i’m like n.i.k.e get the fat free |
| One hell of a pimp almost get it for free |
| Wrappin job skills up with the childcare too |
| If you’re poor and underage we’ll come and see you |
| Cos i’m logo largin crash card chargin |
| A hard entourage for the cultural barge |
| Mmm. |
| yeah that’s the sound |
| Roll the red rugs out cuz we’re coming round |
| You can listen to the mithanthric shit i be given |
| But i can’t be guaranteein take it or leave it |
| Call me a hyppocrit for this i know i can’t be forgiven |
| By product of the ego. |
| nomic life i be livin |
| I’d be fucking with you if i said i knew what to do |
| But before you get to swallow just remember to chew |
| And if it tastes like shit then spit it out. |
| out out out |
| Murdoctered that’s beyond a doubt |
| Cos none of what you hear and even less what you’re seein |
| Comes even close to any version of the truth worth believing |
| It’s just a bland scam stamped with the master brand |
| Lambs to the slaughter |
| Only cos you do what you oughta |
| But if your plan is to take what you can |
| Watch where you stand |
| Hand bights the clan — fear fights on demand |
| And if you understand evil could be good mistook |
| You gotta get the fuck up and take a look… |