[Jam Baxter] Oi shh The largest thing youve ever seen Multiplied a thousand times Doubling in size each second of every hour twice Reinflated daily by a legion of the deepest lungs Still couldnt cast a single shadow on what we become [male voice] Oi Baxter why you bleeding son? [Jam Baxter] Ill tell if I knew myself Super stealth jets are crashing in my mind the future melts Pilots parachuting out my teeth and bursting into flames And landing on a petrol sodden sound scape we bring the pain What? Think Im lying? No Like the carbon copy kittens writtens dripping fraff about the crack theyre still supplying Bruv I sold drugs for years and I was fucking awful at it If I still did it, I wouldnt hot it up by talking damage Damn its late, watch it all evaporate wooooooh! Yam a fake sugar spewing sewer moving rattle snake The accolades Im saving for my heads that understand the journey wooooooh! Tryna murk with you were born to get the planet dirty [CHORUS I dont really wanna hear em talk now Cos they dont wanna hear us kick the door down How much of this bottle should I pour out? How about all of it? All of it, All of it, All of it Jammin in the league with my feet up And my whole damn teams looking lean up How much of this scene can we eat up? How about all of it? All of it, All of it, All of it [Jam Baxter] Watch all of it twist like contortionists Kicking up a fine fuss Fuck getting caught in this Next mans web of lies, eight legged lunatics A couple grubby bars turn pursuers into fugitives Yeah, and its all clicking into place wooooooh! Winner takes all of it as all of em disintegrate See every single figures faced with us given time and charmer Amuse the mind and human eyes of your reclining master [Dabbla] And Im the silent partner The fire starting suicidal martyr Whod like to welcome you to my disaster Just an ordinary man tryna find the answer And I can cut you with my hands but the eyes are faster Nineteen seven thousand feet Flying charter Dropping bombs on the dance floor, find your partner Come we sing a song of bygones, sayonara And give me something I can vibe on Like the lala [Chorus] [Dabbla] They say that imitation is the greatest form of flattery Love to see you fakers try and copy man exactly Dabbla keep it running like an every lasting battery Dont ever try and class me in a category Or ask me what the matter be Matter fact its happening, snappily Welcome to the Dead Players faculty Never could you tackle me As for looking at me like you know me Yer I owe you something and for looking back at me The game in the vanacamy Keep a kitty catting in the cattery Kill a catalogue cause a catastrophe In all of your anatomy Nothing but debauchery and blasphemy Talking bout it acting all irrationally How boring can a rapper be? Actually, Actually factually I hope your fam are bleeding from the apathy Needs to be and has to be For looking manufactured from the factory Ill slap you and your strawberry daiquiri More than satisfactory Naturally epitome of staying real wooooooh! We aint in the same feel Motherfucker Everything we touch is getting flame grilled You aint even part boiled Our soil Snooping on you losers like gargoyles Run the rally from up in the valley, never shabby Get the gally we paddy picking to get the tally Whose ya daddy kabaddy the cat is out the baggy We get em aggy from Waltham Abbey to Abu Dhabi [Chorus] [male voice] Yo, pass the tramadol, get the fuck out of here will ya
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