🎵 Still Skinny [Remix] // by Mind Over Matter

1 ContributorStill Skinny [Remix] Lyrics [Intro: Smizzy] How ya goin’? How ya doin’? We’re still skinny Haven’t changed, nuh We’re still skinny How ya doin’? We’re still skinny Haven’t changed, nuh We’re still skinny Uh, uh, uh, uh Uh, uh, Willow, kick it! [Verse 1: Willow] I don’t know if it matters (Yeah) with some show off wankers (What up?) Who’d lose a two-on-one fight to Rove McManus And women know wombat Vin Diesel with crowds So props to every string bean in the house But I ain’t no skinny and white political type With glasses and a combover slicked to the side I’m livin’ my life, I don’t live to get high It’s chicken legs onstage with ‘im by my side (Smiles) Wild sonny jims attractin’ no chicks (None) With skin and bone willy and pants that don’t fit (Oh) With the ribs of a monkey that’s been lit’rally hungry Sixteen, straight sippin’ on Bundys So check the eyes, I’m like a blazed owl When standin’ in the nude or fuckin’ greyhound With too much attitude to run on a track (Yeah) You can catch me at shows, I be muggin’ a bag I was brought up to treat ev’ry girl respect (Yeah) So around me, faggot, that’s what girlies gon’ get (Right) They say to keep ‘em keen, you gotta treat ‘em mean But when I do that, they just seem to leave (“Hey!? Where you goin’?” “Fuck off!”) They want tan guys While I’m chillin’ at the beach covered in sand files (Ah, get off me) So let me clear it up, it’s nothin’ ‘gainst buff dudes I’m just jealous as hell, so fuck you [Ad-libs: Smizzy] “But what if you get fat?”, like… [Chorus: Smizzy & Willow] Like, “What’s up?” “Who are these rockstars Who seem to’ve popped up thinkin’ they hot stuff?” “Not carryin’ strong arms or have any shotguns” “Just some pansies lookin’ like they belong in a golf club” (Yeah) Make locker room jokes, runnin’ on pot love Nothin’ more than a hungry skinhead and a blonde cunt (Ay, yo) We’ll never be washed up, drinkin’ at old pubs (Woo!) ’Cause what we find as long as we got love, uh [Post-Chorus: Amelia (Sampled)] Skinny and white boys [Verse 2: Smizzy] Yeah, I couldn’t believe it when I hit the cake shop And ate lots and still experienced weight loss (Ay, what?) But since the last track, my arse hasn’t put on a great lot So I still look like a rake crossed with a stray dog “Ay I wonder what it’s like to be him, he’s frightfully thin And prob’ly fuckin’ lose a bloody fight with the wind” Screw you to the bouncer sayin’ you’d never let us in ‘Cause I’ma stay a double XL, rappin’ skeleton with skin [Commentary: Smizzy] Cut that, Konfuzion remix! [Verse 2: Smizzy] No pain, no gain, so pain was this fire’s propane I guess you could go say that I’m pro-pain Now I’m okay, motherfuckers better prepare For the kids that look like they’ve been raised on lettuce and air ‘Cause you know these stick figures that flow and spit sicker We roam in Syd city with clothes a bit bigger And know they mix liquor, at shows they rip bitter But grew the-grew the balls to grow to be different That’s fought to the flow with this image But you metro 8 Mile picks could never throw the kid’s spirit It’s true, we were the only kids in it to got to this limit Went home and writ lyrics Go on the bus, this pair got stares from wearin’ their weird clothes The only bre that cared and dared to share a spare earphone was Willow So this army of two started a crew And now these party animals are fuckin’ barkin’ at you [Chorus: Smizzy & Willow] Like, “What’s up?” “Who are these rockstars Who seem to’ve popped up thinkin’ they hot stuff?” “Not carryin’ strong arms or have any shotguns” “Just some pansies lookin’ like they belong in a golf club” (Yeah) Make locker room jokes, runnin’ on pot love Nothin’ more than a hungry skinhead and a blonde cunt (Ay, yo) We’ll never be washed up, drinkin’ at old pubs (Woo!) ’Cause what we find as long as we got love, uh Like, “What’s up?” “Who are these rockstars Who seem to’ve popped up thinkin’ they hot stuff?” “Not carryin’ strong arms or have any shotguns” “Just some pansies lookin’ like they belong in a golf club” Make locker room jokes, runnin’ on pot love Nothin’ more than a hungry skinhead and a blonde cunt (Ay, yo) We’ll never be washed up, drinkin’ at old pubs (Woo!) ’Cause what we find as long as we got love, uh