The New Zealand music industry just doesn't have a clue They have a low (or no) opinion of poor geeks like me and you What they've got is Guns and Roses and their latest top-10 smash All they want is to feel powerful and have a grand or two in cash The New Zealand music industry's just Wattie's selling songs If they've got exclusive rights then they don't care about the wrongs A snort of coke in L.A. with the parent company Makes a little boy quite happy in the music industry I won't be led astray I won't be damned I won't be held in thrall by your multinational hand The New Zealand music industry gets its product overseas 'Cause it can't believe in quality till it gets U.S. release And its well-trained radio stations pump out what it wants to hear The musical equivalent of epidemic diarrhoea I won't be led astray I won't be damned I won't be held in thrall by your multinational hand The New Zealand music industry pays lipservice to us But the taste of Kiwi music must be tantamount to pus 'Cause it gets spat out and flushed down someone's million dollar bog Like some foetus late-aborted 'cause they've got no time for sprogs I won't be led astray I won't be damned I won't be held in thrall by your multinational hand

[Intro/Hook:] {Know you broke my heart woman} {When you said goodbye to me} You said goodbye to me bitch, you better break North Before you sick South and I'll be sitting in that big house [Action Bronson:] Just let me sharpen my knives, thrown on the apron X's mark the steak and the salad crumbled with bacon And bleu cheese, caramel complexion's on two knees On two skis, carving up the ounces with his dookies I'm Vic D'Amato, martel to cartel Live fast and eat the big tuna like Billy Parcells No more childs play kid you with the big boys Fuck her in economy size, we want that big Royce My family's hating that I rhyme with fury Only focus on them hundred bill faces and suitcases That'll bribe a jury, grind the curry never shine the jewelry Pussy like an eighty-six style, you know it's fine and furry Spark the bark in the park, you know, lumberyard You ain't never in the limelight, undercard Bronsonelli in the sky, thunder rod Commandante of this rap shit, your facade, killer [Hook] [Action Bronson:] The second stanza even deadly than the first From the birth, I've been enlisted to plant seeds in the earth That's soon road to a valley that feeds, civilization I'm walking the torrid land though I'm seeking my vindication from My bad, I'll keep it fifth grade, keep the switchblade He'll figure sailin' apparel and plus a crisp fade First day class, the Agassis are black and white My older cousin puffing clot bitch, pass the pipe Now I'm a certified user, more like abuser Slice and dice the music I'm fluid like the yakuza I'm Sanders whether Deion or Barry, find candy Though I smoke until my eyes are the shape of Tia Carrere My team we work as a unit, nobody hide the ball up Great intuition and vision, no time to hit the mall up Just a taste of the life like a September call up Johnnie Walker in our tour cup, getting torn up Listen - I'm steel fisted with the iron lung Heavy metal balance out the guitar with lion's run Praise the son that can stand on his own two Smoke on the big blunt, take a sip of this home-brew [Chrous}

Lovely fingertips on my lips I don't think I'll get, get, get it Oh, it's so fun to love someone Try, try to get, get over it Your fat cherry lips Your fat cherry lips Your fat cherry lips Lovely fingertips on my lips I don't think I'll get, get over it Broken fingertips on your hips I don't think I'll get, get, get it All your love is stitched on me I don't think I'll get, get over it Little hooks stuck on my back Ten little tears that make their attack Your fat cherry lips Your fat cherry lips Your fat cherry lips It's so fun to love someone Just try try to get, get over it Skeleton pictures play in my mind I think I'll always miss, miss, miss it Your fat cherry lips Your fat cherry lips Your fat cherry lips It's so fun to love someone Just try try to get, get over it Skeleton pictures play in my mind I think I'll always miss, miss, miss it Your fat cherry lips Your fat cherry lips Your fat cherry lips