She's So Ugly
Hilltop Hoods Lyrics

Hillatoppa, hilla, hilla, hillatoppa,
Starting the song with a chant-like phrase, possibly as a reference to their group name (Hilltop Hoods).

Finish off a fifth of vodka, light it up and spit it on ya,
Drinking heavily and smoking, possibly as a way to cope with the difficulties of the music industry.

Man me and P-Dela got a hella proper,
Proud of their skills and flow, possibly referring to fellow rapper P-Dela.

Flow, see what I’m saying like a teleprompter?
Their flow is so clear and precise it's like reading from a teleprompter.

And you could never stop us, fucking posers,
Confident in their abilities and calling out fake or unauthentic rappers.

Appetite for destruction like Guns N’ Roses,
A reference to the band Guns N' Roses and their tendency for destructive behavior, possibly indicating the Hoods have a similar mindset.

We come like Moses, down from the Hilltop a,
Comparing themselves to the biblical figure Moses, possibly referring to their influence and leadership among their peers.

Pain killer, pill popper, brain killer, slurring like,
Possibly referencing drug use and its effects on their speech and cognitive abilities.

Haim still a threat when we fill up a field,
The Hoods are still a force to be reckoned with when performing for large crowds, possibly a reference to the band Haim.

Like an open air opera, sample a snare off a,
Their music and performance can be compared to an opera that takes place in an open-air setting, with the use of samples from drum snares.

Vinyl they wanna take a piece like a sharecropper,
People (sharecroppers) may want a piece of their creative output like they would with land ownership.

Stifle creativity, and its not fair fuckers,
Asserting that censorship and restriction of creative expression is unfair, possibly referencing past experiences with censorship within the industry.

Before you try this just know that you’d have better luck,
Discouraging others from trying to emulate their style or success, suggesting it's difficult to achieve.

Trying to stare off a man with no eyelids,
An exaggerated statement about the difficulty of trying to challenge or intimidate them.

This is a rare offer so take advantage,
Possibly referring to the opportunity to work with them or collaborate on a project.

A carnival of carnage climbing out your garbage,
Imagery suggesting their music and performances can be chaotic and unexpected, rising out of unexpected places (garbage).

Man we’re off the hook like a carcass,
They are unconcerned with societal norms and have a disregard for rules, like a carcass (dead animal) off its hook.

These bastards try and sell shares off an artist,
Calling out the commercialization and capitalization of artists within the industry.

Fuck your share offer, cos we’re off the map,
Rejecting financial incentives and asserting their independence and unique sound separate from industry trends and expectations.

And we can’t be bought with any fair offer,
Their values and authenticity cannot be bought, even with a reasonable offer.

Mattafact fuck unfair offers, can’t be bought,
Reiterating that they will not compromise their values and integrity for financial gain.

What the pair offer can’t be taught,
The unique qualities and skills they possess cannot be learned or replicated by others.

I used to love her, then they kidnapped her,
Possibly referring to their love and passion for music before it became corrupted by industry pressures and expectations.

Dragged her through the streets and they shaved her fucking hair off her
Metaphor for the commercialization and commodification of music, stripping it of its authenticity and uniqueness.

And she’s so ugly,
The woman (music) has been damaged and corrupted, no longer recognizable as what it once was.

The music’s asking why he don’t love me,
The singer (music) is questioning why they are not being appreciated or valued for their uniqueness and authenticity.

You’ve been used by too many guys,
Music has been exploited and commodified by industry figures for their own gain.

And now I can’t look you in the eye,
The singer (music) is ashamed or disappointed in what music has become.

But when I met her, I was like she’s so lovely,
Remembering the initial love and passion for music before it was corrupted and commercialized.

And she said ‘I’d let him cut me’, but now it’s like,
Music was once willing to be shaped and developed, but now is resistant to industry pressures and expectations.

Wish I never met her
Regretting the current state of music and longing for a return to its authentic form.

This aint life in the fast lane,
Dismissing the glamorous lifestyle and expectations of success within the music industry.

This is hard rain, soaking and knowing you missed the last train,
Acknowledging the struggles and hardships of pursuing a career in music, and the feeling of missed opportunities and setbacks.

This aint a date for the day,
Music is not disposable, temporary entertainment, but rather a timeless art form.

It’s made that it stays timeless, they’ll never take that away,
Asserting that music will always hold value and significance, even in the face of industry pressures and trends.

This aint glamour and shine, cameras, dimes,
Rejecting the superficial and materialistic aspects of the industry, like fame and wealth.

It’s me handling mine in hazardous times,
Focusing on the hard work and dedication required to succeed within the industry, especially during difficult or uncertain times.

This aint love and romance it’s hate, gluttons and antics,
Acknowledging the negative aspects of the industry, including greed and manipulation.

Paint brushing the canvas, aint nothing attractive,
The creative process of crafting music can be messy and ugly, but still holds value and significance.

So fuck a make-over, cant take the weight like a pay loader,
Rejecting the idea of changing or molding oneself to fit industry standards, and acknowledging the difficulty and weight of the music-making process.

Then we throw ya to the flame thrower,
Those who cannot handle the pressure and difficulties of the industry will ultimately be burned out and discarded.

This aint silver lined clouds,
The reality of the industry is not glamorous or perfect, like the metaphor of clouds with silver linings.

It’s real and right now for the crowd to put a meal in my mouth,
Acknowledging the financial necessity of performing for large crowds, but also valuing the connection with fans and the love for making music.

This aint a beautiful temptress, nor a youthful apprentice,
Rejecting the conventional narrative of the young, beautiful artist rising to fame and success with ease.

In the cubical doing usual stretches,
The reality is the hard work and dedication required to make music, possibly referring to practicing and refining their craft in a studio setting.

It’s ugly and ravished, hungry and damaged,
Acknowledging the difficult and sometimes destructive nature of the industry, but still valuing it for its authenticity and the love for making music.

But she’s mine and the only thing that loves me that matters
Valuing music and the creative process above all else, and relying on it as a source of fulfillment and love in their life.