Chechen Gorilla Songtext
von Pegz

"Most of these shit men have no go in the north
They just bludgeon it all, too lazy to work
They′re just dreamers, and that's as far as any of them ever get."


Who′s got this shit locked, reppin' St Kilda
Step in the Milkbar dressed as a Chechen gorilla
Nobody move, I told my dog Zeus eat balls
Give me a chocolate Big M and a pie with sauce
Kid I'm twice as raw, I listen to Funkoars
While gettin′ head, blowin′ a spliff in my Club Sport
Don't think I′m strictly 'bout layin′ the cut
When I'm drunk sing Jimmy Barnes and play the guitar
Take a bath while you preach ′bout keepin' it raw
I'm from Melbourne, not the fuckin′ streets of New York
I′ve never been to Jamaica, Queens or the Bronx
But I've seen a lot of shit so believe what you want
I′d rather watch SBS than MTV
I'd rather read Stealth Mag than HHC
Plutonic Labs beats smash up the city
Pegz rips the text like Agatha Christie
Man of mystery and hip hop′s holocaust
Kickin' Nazis off stage in two dollar thongs
Droppin′ bombs on your rip curl trucker hats
Rockin' a show in a burned hood and tucker bag

Party don't stop till cops kick the door in
Party don′t stop till cops kick the door in
Party don′t stop till cops kick the door in
Shoot the DJ at six in the morning


I sell out for a chicken wing with dippin' sauce
Dance in a tampon ad like Wicked Force
Sick of all you corny fools claimin′ your shit is raw
Replicating '93, I can′t bring it forward
You can listen to metal or wear Dunlops
Party at a rave, new breed Carl Cox
DJ select somethin' for you hard rocks
Cuttin′ to the sounds of Plutonic Labs drum shops
We come from the bedroom to liberate movement
Like 3D graffiti walls by Lumit
Unanticipated, innovative music
Eliminate your school yard bully blueprint
Keep frontin' 'cause when it all backfires
You′ll get baptised like vampires
Obese crew, catchin′ wreck with our hands tied
Leavin' competition jack knifed with flat tires

Party don′t stop till cops kick the door in
Party don't stop till cops kick the door in
Party don′t stop till cops kick the door in
Shoot the DJ at six in the morning

Mad ducks ahead of the class, bred for the task
Step in the club with the muddy predators mask (what?)
Sippin' veterans blood out a gentlemen′s flask
And ice grillin' new jacks for the adrenaline rush
We're from a city heroin loves, the devil′s in charge
Rebels cover the streets with incredible art
Beware of the deadly snakes like Wayne Perry
Generic accents will make my brain haemorrhage
Step to me and get chopped unsuspectingly
I take you out like a vasectomy
"Thanks mate, have a good one."
All right Melbourne, thanks for havin′ us
Peace, keep it real

Yeah, the sole arbitrator, chase burners like a fire brigade
And lick the cream off the pie on my face
High with my mates, roof converters
Shoot and murder James Hardie for abusin' workers
You gotta ask where did we lose the purpose
Rupert Murdoch′s God and the truth is worthless
The universe is being explored, freedom ignored
And little George is the demon of war

Party don't stop till cops kick the door in
Party don′t stop till cops kick the door in
Party don't stop till cops kick the door in
Shoot the DJ at six in the morning