Seven Stars - Supplemental - Theme Song

 Seven Stars

Theme Song
 KL Trip 2011


1.
Gang signs two finger spread with a good dick, thats how we say peace y’all with this mad click, Drunkards! All hail ale, but never fail, Carlsberg swigglin JD two shots hostess girls are giggling, ice cubes clinkin’, business cards with no names, mobile numbers jinglin’, cocktails sweet fruit tingle lingle-lin, my plums out swingin’ out left,
 introductions on the right hand is best, introduce myself as John West, sign peace, sniff yeast, smell these two fingers next, flex, nod yr head as i impress, smell yellow fever surprise huh? – Yep!
 (Hook)
we came here in peace
Fuck to kill fuck to kill
we came here in peace
Fuck to kill fuck to kill
We're seven stars in this beast
Fuck to kill Fuck to kill
We’re Seven stars baby! We’re Seven stars!
2.
Got my Wallys Sebago decks but no Tim's, Bally’s so cash, I'm x-large but still trim,
Loungin with the Polo on, Benetton, rollin suitcases, in carry-on I got two Chivas cases. Thugged out trippin out with dick whistlin’ out, Ellesse (L-S) bling, 2-1-2, Carolina she my finest thing.
Byfords fresh-ness everyday, no mess , no hass so I won’t chafe, got my gamin tech on so I can spray when I slay, jingle bells, Santa’s out there minglin’ well, with the effort of that, , prices tags so fat, scorin’ beast parts all the way from Low Yat, so that I can lay down smack, so strong you  run to ya moms when my crew is on attack.
(Hook)
we came here in peace
Fuck to kill fuck to kill
we came here in peace
Fuck to kill fuck to kill
We're seven stars in this beast
Fuck to kill Fuck to kill
We’re Seven stars baby! Seven stars
3.
The Changy-est of cats like tron with a cape on, hotel backstreet of, ran down roads from, Chang-kat, chasin’ Geto Cat, with Polo on, run down alleyways and so on, laser eyes inside his head to burn your mutha fuckin face off. Cat, lookin’ at me like he was ready to square off. When he was about to slide, he said, I was surprised, no lie, Yo B - it looked so easy from the other side.

Hawker sideways street strut, hock massage phamplets for a nut bust, with no eff, the look of boredom see Jeff, he following lazy, lookin’ crazy, come on girls  you gotta work for it baby, raise some noise for the wild boys, so u liven up, iced coffee at 1am girls my dicks risin up, heat clinging while my nuts are swinging, make ball soup for the troops, taxi cabs are haggling me bad, 2k a night russian hoes this seasons fads, be better off poo poo wreckin than sexin’ Percy Jackson -  Fuck you three times for that re-run action.
(Hook)
we came here in peace
Fuck to kill fuck to kill
we came here in peace
Fuck to kill fuck to kill
We're seven stars in this beast
Fuck to kill Fuck to kill
We’re Seven stars baby! Seven stars!

4.
Show me to way to the next whiskey bar, tapas food joints, girls calling out - Hey dare Super star! You wanna whiskey?  I keep repeatin’, I wanna to get freaky, frisky with Abby, Eliss and the band singer who blissed me, the fuck on out, swing sister, shake, shout! (Whoa!)

Seven stars here this summer, ices cubes in a tumbler, lead singer wants to dance, she ready to rumba.
Zig zaggin in my gingham shirt i’m dancin, smooth romancing, blissin’ me out, turnin out, shout - break out, swing sister, u cutest from now till way back when, maybe tonite u’ll be in arms, who knows,  u just say when, she smiles whisperin’ it’s close to midnight,– perhaps then.

Shoutin’ drinks, rollin’off papes, thick notes from money clips, smirk on my face, glide when I slide no slippin’, i’m the shit. Run through the rain like a fuckin’ lunatic. i’m stompin’ chest iz puff, i’m chompin’ the fuck outta some dodge chicken, leaves my stomach cricken’ Man, i’m trippin’, so loose, still a trooper, still super duper, with no cape, no cane, no Captain’s hat, crew be cashed up and all that, fat rolls so large, smoke Davidoff’s in the sports-bar, tubos and primeros all the way from the Domini-can.
(Hook)
we came here in peace
Fuck to kill fuck to kill
we came here in peace
Fuck to kill fuck to kill
We're seven stars in this beast
Fuck to kill Fuck to kill
We’re Seven stars baby! Seven stars!
5.
Tony Romas and club sandwiches everyday, full body work out, neck loose the fuck out,
work feet on the double, foot scrub no trouble, see me wave peace like i’m Winston, my Wayfarers got the rinse in. Sizing you up with my jap eye, to get in, no lie these coloured girls are so fly.

Taxi cab saloons Protons, got my Wally’s on, fuck to kill, let’s go home, step the fuck off.
Fake bacon, I ain’t taking, turkey jerk meat, jerk this, we’re in the home straight piece of piss, Blondes coolin’ by the pool, with yummy things, sun tan, Singapore slings and club sam’s, emailing my sister thinking of fam. Jennifer Chan, tryin to reach the overheads to hide my chivas stash. Bought my mum a sarong with extra cash. Get through customs with no hass. Declare everything, bye bye suckers - free pass.


(Hook)