Correction Paroles Scales par Jam Baxter

Featuring(s) : Stinkin Slumrok

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Fresh from lounging in the [?]
My work clothes and our pyjamas in the shrouded darkness
Unless I'm pulling out the velvet suit and leather gloves and silver chains
That kill the game and salsa dance around the carcass
You bought your whole image with that label money
Yeah, your funny, cute, screw faces from your baby buggy
Teams of high rats around him, let him masquerade his gully
I ain't gotta buy him a [?], I ain't f**king made him money
sh*t, he lost his footing and fell
Took a chip for you, pastor, my lord, look at the "L"s
If you're trying to find your friends just take a look at my shelf
'Cause these rappers are Russian dolls now, full of themselves
I catch a seventy-pound Uber, two trains and skied down the side of a
Himalayan mountain range, naked, to tell you to suck your mum
And turn up holding the same perfectly-balanced double-rum
Rap this powder round and give the drummer some, f**k him up
Empty skull like numb man plain
But I'll tell you you're a f**ker with your drunk dad's brain
Lick a whole sheet, disappear and come back sane
Singing put your toys away, this ain't a young man's game
You've had enough champagne, sir
They chased me out the building past the semi-famous peasant begging passing kids to film him
That's a dead cow you're milking
Relax and give them hands a rest
We caught him lacking lapping up the sewage like a man possessed

Slap him in the car
Don't get what they get the best of what they never get far
Yeah you were all [?] back
I'm talking to the kingdom to the [?]
So let me take a little sip
So I provoke [?] pistol I can aim at your arm
Back wish the whole possession
Try not to fade in whispers
You know what time they're testing
Be full of skulls an blisters

I sense a certain sickness in you curtain-twitchers
Never left your room, kept [?] as a murder witness
Oi, this year I want your world for Christmas
Girl across the table stare you out and chew my turkey giblets
And when my misty eyes return fire
One man shatters and becomes a tiny church choir
Escaping in a little toy tractor with a burst tire
Stepping in the spread your greasy rumours, your the worst liar
You're writing out it in circles 'til your skin was purple
Gossip queen, coughing lean, trip on every single hurdle
Prodding at your bruises sitting glued atop your father's knee
Fine, feel your wave, I'll slap your snorkel off and part the sea
Fix the world, flash the sky, peel it back, ask for me
I appear in holographic form for one second and charge a fee
She told me she'd been off the whites, pulled out of my yard and free
I'd love to believe it, but that line you did was half a g
Damn, now she's never gonna shut up
Couldn't kick her habits with a hundred-metre run-up
Someone must've snuck up, slapped you through the curtains
Now the vampiric shriek is just a regular occurrence
Is that [?]?
Body shoved into the reduced frozen fruit section
They lost a few limbs, lost a few henchmen
He streaks the bright green gutter like his new bedroom

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