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jam baxter - gourmet flesh lyrics

[verse 1 – jam baxter]
one thousand banshees in armoured jeeps screaming
couldn’t wake me up from this dreamin’ to weave him
with these bleak evenings between these barriers
fleeing the jeep chariots, we the disease carriers
c-ssius clay when we box beats like brothel wh-r-s
tomahawk missiles spray gristle slang commodore
what a war son, one rotten forked tongue
done a rocket, all lies suck it, got ’em all spun
still blinding, the stock high hybrid
the sea of rhyme psychic minds in tight vices
the sky high mileage, the well travelled brain stems
days unparalleled, gold lips spray gems
all over some crystal, the alternate minstrel
clutching at sun beams and gold in a fistful
the ultimate ritual, the gully side of normal
i’d rather be a corpse than a rully eyed immortal

[hook – jam baxter]
yeah, yeah it’s all good i guess it all makes sense now
man’s yammin’ on some gourmet flesh now
and once wondrous all play dead now
they’re tryna tell me that it’s all in my head now
yeah, i guess it all seems perfect
and if you let ’em treat you like a chief you deserve it
one blitz brer freezing in a furnace
one kid scared bleeding in a skirmish

[verse 2 – ramson badbonez]
as i bring it back, with maximum impact when i interact
flipping like a br-ss aristocrat when the symbols crash
dashing funny types with the iron monkey stripes
rhyme fakers vapourize five hundred at a time
trying to fight this mega-gator
bussing out the incubator, all hail the devastator
headless raider, known to the grader, rep of a stranger
heavy blazer set to escape the mystical manger
bunches of cut throats, thugs own the drug zones and peace and love is unknown
with a l-st to bust chrome
rough folks with tough tones bunning down marleys
that cost loads saying f-ck those f-cking federalis
my art is basic as lego and meccano
holding arms in guitar cases like the desperados
calve the back of a rappers neck, we set the bar cold
a heavy cargo full of -rs-holes, check the news flash
do the blinding true facts when i tear these group acts a new gash like giant zoo cats
and who’s that cooking up the roast eggs
fumigating known stench, putrid, rank and grotesque
death becomes her in a text of one word
and any drunk sc-m who drinks the blood becomes turned
badbonez and jam baxter dashing blue cracks of wraps
slackers like a boomerang that’s coming back atcha!

[hook – jam baxter]
yeah, yeah it’s all good i guess it all makes sense now
mans yamming on some gourmet flesh now
the once wondrous all play dead now
they’re pranging out because the war paints fresh now
yeah, i guess it all seems perfect
and if you let ’em treat you like a chief you deserve it
one blitz brer freezing in a furnace
one kid scared bleeding in a skirmish

[verse 3 – jam baxter]
yeah sit there, blitz brer chilling on the blocks of ice
dropping like cl-ster bombs, summers off sorry guys
check back next year, the kids wet red tears
pneumatic drills to their dreams through the left ear
gets weird, treading crushed armour in this stale h-ll
the age old tail of the trainer and the snail sh-ll
spring the brain from its jail cell
i guess they’re all good cause all’s well that fails well
right stick and move, police he figured too
a diagram depicting a kid caught in a pincer move
pick a new path and find they all lead to the same place
a war scene, not for the small screen and it ain’t safe
born leading the sp-ce race, the rocket tears forgot to steer
and burst into blistering bits burning, what career?
so watch me commandeer every rotting year and yam ’em all
your lack of p-ssion called, it said watch out for the cannon b-lls
it said watch out for the cannon b-lls
yeah

- jam baxter lyrics

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