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dead players – b.a.w.g lyrics

(sample)

(verse one – jam baxter)

yeah, look
so i was riding a placenta out of this planets miscarriage
ballied up, singing power ballads whilst i p-ssed acid
when the barbed wire mesh and circled the sky
i breeze through bleeding, tripping out, surfing a high
brightly burning
i guess we’ll never make the final form
auditioning for death threats
face sipping, find the cure
midnights calling me, belling up my line of doors
screaming i will drag you to the ships by your spinal cord
cool i’ll be there, save a spot between the freaks
club footing, pigeon legs, stuck in weathered beaten t–th
mark ‘em down as flightless, bitter, blind pilots
chewing gum stains on the streets for sky divers
all scr-ped from the paving, a lifetime of training
sitting round the gunner’s scene, they couldn’t find the blazing
we requested every seat in the auditorium
so all the boring talk is obscured by a roaring audience
now, a man made a (….?) used needles
12 blue babies stab each other to amuse people
one scrawny fool f-cks a nuke in a creep’s sequel (?)
starring our innards and a cast of scared sinners
and any eye can scan the front page i murmur
as i can scan through a list of every stage i murdered
and then the sky folded out again, curled around my system
and i whipped out a dark shade of crimson

(hook x2)

i slip through life on the skin of my t–th
so i still ain’t gotta listen to this civilised priest
that breathes air, woft, gas
bats in the attic all dropping on m-ss

(verse 2 – dabbla)

my styles like speeded up footage of sh-t growing
get your f-cking -rs- in the car and let’s get going
a whole lemon rolled to the window and lip blowing
with my pants half-c-cked in the wip with my d-ck glowing
funny how they pick up on words when they’re spat vulgar
lower shacks of sh-t got ‘em gagging the rap coder
younger rappers thinking it’s cool if they act older
just another chip of the block off a fat boulder
it’s how i’m living, it’s something i love doing yeah
something i’d be d-mned if i’m letting you mugs ruin
i’ll have a rapper p–ping his panties in one movement
whilst i’m smoothly stepping out of the box that they dubbed you in
go and judge a book by its cover, collect the karma
instead of trying to better yourself and connect the dharma
none of us will be here forever and life is fragile
motherf-cker go humble yourself and forget the drama
as-salamu alayk-m my people, what’s f-cking gwarning?
hunger seems to lose all its meaning when people starving
i’m trying to listen to writers that drop that knowledge
if i’m honest though i’ve heard it before and its proper jarring
barring that you should have been sponsored by f-cking carling
laughing at the style in your stance in which you be sparring
i’m sick of talking you’ll probably see me walking
especially if you can’t handle your end of the f-cking bargain

(hook x2)

i slip through life on the skin of my t–th
so i still ain’t gotta listen to this civilised priest
that breathes air, woft, gas
bats in the attic all dropping on m-ss

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