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Jam Baxter
Featuring(s) : Lee Scott
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Yeah, episode six in which our villain gets high Eats his whole family for dinner then cries Episode seven's set in triple-x heaven See my silhouetted figure juice a little sket dry The whole life plan is live and then die And become a dark stain across a picturesque sky Take aim at your face, let the pickled eggs fly You can f**k me with them tentacles, this isn't hentai, hеntai Remain unscathed Storming the gamе in the same drunk rage, like Look at all these kids with their made-up names Me I made mine being straight-up strange Yeah, that makeup fades, now these clowns look sorta normal Bobbing in the sewage like "dive in, the water's awful" Live forever as a shadow of a former mortal Living like you're cold, pink skin fuzzy, warm and floral Imma break this down for you real real simple The cynicism in me's instinctual You was a midget in the bits sippin' liquor from a thimble I'm a giant in this sh*t and eagles nest in every wrinkle Product of a pacific-size gene pool Skip to the nearest toilet cubicle to refuel They like "damn" "He seemed cool 'till he got my dog drunk and told my kid to leave school" Supersonic I'm stressin' out (why?) 'cos I'm too old to be depressed about whatever I'm depressed about When in doubt live with it While plastic people strive to be alive, skip school, scheme and skive The apocalypse will be televised I leave the hive to see it live And probably survive Strange and erratic Dubbing over your limited edition cassette tape with radio static Listening to aliens communicate I'm not chasing me dreams I'm staying in to ruminate Sending god a reminder I'm only coming to heaven if you've got everything that I want on the rider Have I really come a long way since running up and down the flats getting smashed with a bottle of cider? Erm, that is yet to be determined Get head and preach a sermon on an ebenezer, gurning And crash through the gates, usually late But I pop the ball with the sword while you're stuck choosing your faith The only thing I'm losing is weight You ain't bishop mate, there's more juice in the grape Scrape the food off your plate, imagination pie Stomp the earth flat and laminate the sky And moonwalk off the edge while the kids are clapping Nostalgic for a time that didn't happen Breaking through the panels of the comic Reaching for your gin and tonic, yeah Vice is weighing down my wallet And I'll take it if you got it, yeah Breaking through the panels of the comic Reaching for your gin and tonic, yeah Vice is weighing down my wallet And I'll take it if you got it, yeah
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