The Greatest Hit

[Intro: Trials] Ayy Setty! Yeah, we should get some girl going like "Haow" and shit For the chorus, for the girl I could pro'bly do it, like this, like, "Haow" [Verse 1: Sesta] You are not Jesus, you just nailed then you must bail Hangin' around's out of the question I drop 'em at confession (Ha, see ya) 'Cause gotta live a lotta shots and take it to her like a soccer lesson (Oh) And she play the goal keeper Sole reason I'm here's retire old with a pole eater Diva that's either singin' or raps I'm gold diggin' her till I'm bank rollin' bringing me back, yeah Bunny sticker on her car and the seats to match You're kidding? With a Godzilla figure and teeth-less gap Wheeze: asthma attack, please stand at the back Please step on this paper bag then play it back Fill those A cups up full with paper And, uh, pray to God that he save ya Fix your face up, cake on makeup, and Then a scumbag might pick the bait up [Interlude 1: Sesta] You just stumbled across The most ugliest crew in the country And you still standing there looking like a mang, mang! Oh! [Chorus] Ladies, is that a bun in the oven? Want some lovin'? Better suck that gut in! Ladies, wipe your mouth off Wipe your blouse off, sound off (Haow) Ladies, is that a bun in the oven? Want some lovin'? Better suck that gut in! Ladies, wipe your mouth off Wipe your blouse off, sound off [Verse 2: Trials] Ugh, they should've left ya where they found ya The girl stop traffic, 'cause they can't move around her They're like, "I am beautiful," ah, guess again You're better off makin' friends with lesbians Cheah, you out of luck hangin' round Like Dakota Fanning found Garry Glitter in her house And your mouth stinks, smellin' like pub parmy Foundation fountain, lookin' like the KISS army, so I Get my drink on, drunk, get my pig on (Ah) Feelin' like I felt up Delta without the wig on (Oh!) Brand name shit on, she ain't poor by the sounds of it She [?], like she poured her body in the smallest outfit It sounds sick, but I love a dumb chick When the smartest thing comin' out their mouth's my dick! A pint of piss and I drag the scratch Till the Vagina sag, like badly packed kebabs! [Interlude 2: Trials] Whoa, what's up, ladies? Standin' there, lookin' like you stealin' some meat? How 'bout you be a friend and come have a barbecue Or somethin'? Aha [Chorus] Ladies, is that a bun in the oven? Want some lovin'? Better suck that gut in! Ladies, wipe your mouth off Wipe your blouse off, sound off (Haow) Ladies, is that a bun in the oven? Want some lovin'? Better suck that gut in! Ladies, wipe your mouth off Wipe your blouse off, sound off [Verse 3: Hons] I don't need sneakers to pimp, I max skeezes that limp Noarlunga train station chicks with Adidas for kicks Believe in me this, the chick that I'm leavin' here with Will sport a second-hand G-string and bee-sting tits I had a gut full of women who look like they got a gut full of chicken And pucker up when I'm near 'em like *Puckering* Still take 'em back to the tele' then Walk of shame with no pants, actin' like they elegant Head swell again, hip size is irrelevant As long as their throat can take more than a pelican's *Cough* I still date the type of skeez that Breeze up in hills to cover a borrowed fee So throw your Centrelink cards in the air—girls! And wave 'em like you just don't care—ladies! If you livin' the dream, I wanna hear you scream "I don't pay full price for bus fare!" [Interlude 3: Sample] "For gods sake She looked like Olivia Newton John If she was really ugly And had huge balls [Scratches: DJ Reflux] "Yeah" "Yeah" ""I'm the shit-talking rapper all the dirty hoes love"