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jam baxter x lee scott - come here beer lyrics

[verse]
i crawl towards the glow of the torch
moving slow through the snow
a silhouette stands alone in the porch
at the farm barn house, somewhere in the countryside
when the light moves to the right, i run and hide
behind a solitary oak tree
to the left, then i stopped to catch me breath
and neck some oe then slip it back in me bag
and take the phone out “ring ring, what’s happening lad?”
“you’ve got the intel what?
you think your phone’s tapped?
sh+t well if it is i want these pr+cks to know that
i hope they’re listening
you know how many there is?
only six of ’em? i thought there was more
that’s easy, i just through the door
and ask ’em for a cup of gigi, heehee!”
i snuck up on the guard at the front
like a shark on a hunt
sunk my t++th into his neck and ripped his whole head off
i couldn’t muster up a narny[?] like punchline to drop
so i pushed him off the porch and walked to the door
knock knock
that’s what i didn’t do i burst into the living room
k!lling two with a broomstick i’m too quick
sl!cker than your average joe
no time for ‘come and have a go’
if you think you’re dissing for that[?]
i felt a kick to the back
turned around, to see a man
with a nervous hound on a lead
i said, “that’s a cute puppy what’s its breed?”
next scene, i’m playing with the dog
while the man’s on his knees praying to his god
but he’s not gonna help you now though
it’s too late for you mate
he offered some money but i came for the crate
he wouldn’t speak so i picked the cricket bat up
“where’s the liquor at you little fat f+ck?”
then i swung it at his jaw and still nothing
went through his pockets found a miniature bottle of gordon’s gin on him
“oh no you did not did you, yeah you bl++dy well did you’re dead kid!”
[screaming]
and other types of violent noises
there’s no point in telling you this now but in life there’s choices
you should’ve chose more carefully
yeah, you should’ve been wiser
it’s not fair, there’s a crate of beer stashed here somewhere
and i’m stuck chugging this cider
come here beer, i know you’re here dear
where did those f+cking pr+cks hide ye
show your light to medium bodied self
i opened up the fridge and found it sitting on the shelf
“hold on a minute, i thought you said there were six?
but you’ve only k!lled four”

sh+t, well i guess there’s a bit more
i walked out the door, seen the last couple trying to escape
i already drank the beer so i threw the crate
with the empty bottles in
hit one of them in the head and sent him toppling
knocking into the other one
and then they exploded like some sort of f+cking bomb
and erm that was definitely the end

- jam baxter x lee scott lyrics

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