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contact play - small talk lyrics

[intro]
chat your fraff
chat your fraff
(chitter-chatter chitter-chatter)
come on and chat your fraff
chat your fraff

[verse 1: jam baxter]
man some days all i can be f-cked to say is ‘safe bruv’
or ‘give me more sticky draw come we blaze an eighth up’
but some days i hear more rappers talk like their thoughts matter
pouring appallingly poor chatter
them days you couldn’t shut me up with a claw hammer
pummelling my jaw to a sore sack of raw grammar
and if this day was your day
why would it be sitting in my palm as i write bars on your face
my forte is four day benders in war paint
we’re all great friends ’til the dawn break
sure mate, let’s all wait in line
and watch your reign end in a short sp-ce of time
i’m a, shmorgers boarder all’s that raw
a torn the four sh-r- to sh-r- storms that form when i talk
give me more and more por favor
cause my appet-te’s hacking like swords of war
i’m like, is that you beneath that suit of breeze
or just a huge heap of what you used to be
man my whole crew’s deep with the gruesome speech
but i ain’t never seem a key-key a music scene
but i ain’t losing sleep, cruise the streets with gruesome beats
that mutant freaks consume in me, so peace
that’s my cue to leave
2ms and smb, we’re the crew to beat

[hook]
chat your fraff, chat your fraff
man the fraff that i’m chatting stays champion
jam’ll write lines while your maggots stay cracking ’em
please chat your fraff, just chat your fraff
you know the fraff that i’m chatting stays champion
i munched up the planet then i spat it straight back to ’em

[verse 2: mr key]
man some days all i can be f-cked to say’s ‘f-ck that’
‘give me that skunk back, back to the sc-m wrap’
one bad apple in the batch could corrupt that
tatty rags rocking drug habit like a crutch
and it’s f-cked that some’ll never get their subtle touch back
sat in a dump tap, pummelling a punch bag
this is icarus the sun spat back
so cut that you could never give me a nut slag
it goes snip cut chop
now i’m ballin’ free
from the floors and the ceilings i’m caught between
i ain’t a bit f-cked off man i’m bored of me
but not as bored as i’m bored of this boring scene so
talk your briefs small talk is cheap
and some days that’s all you’ll afford to eat
man my crew’s b-lls deep in the rawest meat
that i found on the mortuary floors i sweep
aborted foetus caught in my claws and teeth
torn to pieces when the four hors-m-n speak
we don’t pause to breeze so don’t pause to beef
cause i’m ruined like the storms that i walk beneath
please, fall off like an autumn leaf
i’ll keep it short and sweet like the wh-r-s i piece
so peace
cause that’s all from me
mr key, cp can i get a chorus please

[hook]
chat your fraff, chat your fraff
please, chat your fraff, just chat your fraff

[verse 3: dirty dike]
man some days all i can be f-cked to say is ‘yeah mate!’
suffocate and stare straight slumped on a chair
and most days i’m drunk chatting jumble like i’m bare safe
rare-rare-rare-ing in your face on the staircase
a scared state, straight hoping that i don’t slip
vocally i float and blow sh-t from my ghost ship
a known pr-ck ripping dope shows in my sh-t clothes
kicking little kids in their ribs with my big toes
clicking all my p-ss-ridden fingers at the disco
it’s jimbo, spitting p-ss and sh-t at your windows
i ain’t quick with my lyrics i’m a bit slow
scribbling a whole bunch of visions ’til it hits home
so give that a listen, my sh-t’s h-t and miss
so i sit back and glisten with a big sack of p-ss in
gobsh-te dikestar on it with the small talk
coughin’ up rotten steak boggin’ it on all fours

[verse 4: ronnie bosh]
some days all i can be f-cked to do is wake up
sit about in my house bun a zoot and take drugs
some days i’ll be running through a bait club
drunk on booze tryna smudge a groupie’s makeup
these days f-ck i still traipse the streets
from a to b tryna find a place to sleep
but f-ck the pavement i’ll break in and stay for weeks
and i’m bringing all that contact play with me
the vagrant fleet of wastemen we aim to please
i’ll be staining your sheets or your lady’s cheek
it’s all the same to me so let me say my piece
cause basically, the whack stuff it ain’t for me
oi baxter, we ain’t just a crew to beat
we’re the crew to beat bruises in stupid creeps
and useless teams of w-nkers we’re doomed to meet (shut up)
i see through your abusive speech
cause now i’m twice as f-cking nice as what i used to be
and every time i touch the mic it’s just a truth i speak cp
yeah we do this and soon you’ll see
2ms and smb, get to boot it please

[hook]
chat your fraff, chat your fraff
please chat your fraff, just chat your fraff

[outro]
chat your f-cking fraff to me
chat your fraff, chat your fraff to me

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