The BBQ Song

Lyrics

[Intro: [?] & [?]] Eh, 'na pizza Ma sempre 'sto cazzo de telefono? Oh, ma zio porco, rispondi a 'sto telefono 'Sto cazzo de telefono Hello? Yeah, I'm rehearsing, man, leave me alone, dude Can't you just fuckin' leave me alone, man, youse always busting my balls, mate When I'm rehearsing, you going to a barbecue? I'm there, mate [Chorus: Mass MC] I'm comin' to your barbecues, man, no more I'm comin' to your barbecues, man, no more [Verse 1: Mass MC] I was half totalled and fully fresh (Fresh) A bottle of Johnnie Walker at a wack barbecue Beers to top it off with Black Sambuca chasers Looked in my pocket (What?), lost my papers (Damn) Two MCs near the garage, one was rhymin' The other beatboxin', both out of time, and A kid was following me with his rhyme book (Huh?) Showin' me his toy verses, I told him they were bomb Be strong 'cause it's a jungle out there I sat down and went right through the chair I must be havin' a bad day, it's twenty past Took my thongs off and stood on a piece of glass Tripped over, burnt my hand on a hot plate Knocked a schooner of beer in the DJ's crate (Oi, what are you doin', mate?) Someone let off a firecracker and burned my hair Stuff your hip-hop barbecue, man, I'm outta here [Chorus: Mass MC] I'm comin' to your barbecues, man, no more Ain't comin' to your barbecues, man, no more I'm comin' to your barbecues, man, no more Don't wanna hear about that shit no more [Verse 2: Mass MC] Ha On my way out there was two chicks in the front yard Adidas trackies to hide their fat arse I sucked my stomach in and tried to walk straight If I don't score now, another night, I masturbate (Yeah) I'm out of this party anyway (Shit) My stomach hurts 'cause them steaks tasted like hay "Hello princess, what are you doin' later on?" "Nothin' much with you, unless you own a bong I got closer, it's either do or die Visions of mad sex, I saw it in her eye One recognised me, "It's Mass MC You bastard, you stole my purse when I was in Sydney" I'm not Mass, my name's MC Hyjak They both started throwin' barrages of slabs (Leave me alone, man) [Chorus: Mass MC] I'm comin' to your barbecues, man, no more Don't wanna hear about that shit no more I'm comin' to your barbecues, man, no more Don't wanna hear about that shit no more [Verse 3: MC Thorn] I stepped back in at the right time, Mass had a heap of shader Black under his eyes, upper cuts all round Down for the count, countdown to knockin' MCs off to The Crown I'm movin' nothin' but crowds, that's how I rock now From the underground, I hit the surface when the pressure's on I got mad can control (Oh shit) I hear the sound of the police patrol, stick to what I know Headmaster of a class of my own I'm known to steal the show, grab the mixer and the turns We out to burn, jumpin' back fences to exit Your best bet is not to invite Sydney's best We runnin' hardcore, Mass MC featuring Thorn We ain't comin' back to your barbecue no more Yo, get your mind off food, brother, and get your fucking fat arse over the fence (Huh, oh man, come on, just one more sausage and steak and shit, man) [Chorus: Mass MC] I'm comin' to your barbecues, man, no more I don't wanna come to your barbecues, man [?] no more Leave me in peace, man, [?] forget about this number, man Ain't comin' to your barbecues, man, no more Forget about my mobile number, don't ring me at home, man [?] that shit no more Every time I go to barbecues I'm always getting bad luck, man, don't ring me up. I don't wanna know about that shit no more. Forget my mobile number, man; forget it. I'm not coming to your barbecue, man