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๐Ÿ‘ค Jam Baxter, Dabbla โ€ข ๐ŸŽผ The Gruesome Features โ€ข โฑ๏ธ 4:14
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โฑ๏ธ 4:14 duration
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๐Ÿ“œ Lyrics

If a clown can bake a pie full of flies in his house today
And sell slimy slices for a fiver to a crowd of apes
Then I can fry an egg and call it God if I want to
Sunny side downtrod and scoff it like it's munch too
Puke that straight up and shot it like a nine bar
Scoop the remains up and flog it like it's fine art

Cause it's all in the name son
It's all just the same young sir
Just words I'm contorting to shape
Some days seem stranger than fiction could ever be
Especially when I've been yamming trips with my breakfast tea
So I was like, um, what's with the snake skin?
Better keep stoom because of the fainting
Shoot for the mountains, views are astounding
Loose in a cloud where the monsters are waiting
Dead flesh fading, what's that curling
Around my spine like pot crack burning
Swamp rat vermin emerging again
Better boot out now to return to the ends like rah
What a super stellar park
View forever shrinking to a single second
Misdirect them through the centre
Futures never happen like the maggots might like them to
One day you're chewing wounds, the
Next that's what you're obliged to do
If I were you, I wouldn't take it
Burn your allegiance, slice to the faces
Gather that art, slapping that sludge on the skyline
Look man's finally made it, highrise mazes
What's that snaking around his tongue better watch man changing
Combat training, dead men dancing
Squash that craving, let's get marching

It's like my girl's parallel parking
Shit's never gonna fit so I squeeze it
Release on the belly of the beast
I've been banging on my chest and you best to believe it
Swinging from the rooftop baby
Hanging out on the porch all evening
Banging on a big fat hootenanny with a granny in her lap
Lean up in the cut like breath
Smoke all in the air
That's the way I'm staying
Listen what I'm saying
Day in, day out, we ain't playing
They should weigh their options while they got 'em or get took apart
Man ain't got no business looking hard you likkle pussyclaat
All I wanna do is reel these bars off
Philly P on the beat, man I pull it up
And you better be ready for the blast off
Me and Jam on the ting, we blew it up
So high I been laughing my arse off
Looking down on the earth like this
With a broke neck tryna get the cast off
Plus you don't wanna blink, you'll miss
My demographic is ecstasy mixed with acid
And a bit of psilocybin all crammed in one tablet
Raid your drinks cabinet, steal your mum's jam jar
Go out on a drug-fuelled frenzy filled with anger
Blame it on grandpa
You know what he's like
Easy with a bag of wheezy sleazy on the peace pipe
Freezing on the beats like
They call it cold front
Stacking so much paper makes you get yourself a hole punch
And a bag of golf clubs
Long range when I get my pace on
Now they're saying to get my skates on
What I'm saying is that I care not for
Some paper with an old lady's face on
Straight up let me deal with the ting though
Wagwan gringo? Chucking motherfuckers out the window
Rappers can't deal with the lingo
Pulling out bars like nobody's business
Killing MC's on the daily
Make a pig's ear of a dog's dinner
When I come through and make your whole crew go crazy
Make your old dear have a blue baby
It's the LDZ fam, look it up
And you don't wanna see my zoot turn shady
So it's back to the book now, cook it up

Yeah, back to the book
Next chapter, land of the crooks
Trapped in the woods I'm ascending
Brethren, who's that gremlin stamping its foot?
Look, watch 'em burn
Get out the way, let me bomb them first
All of the intricacies in my world
All merge into one long constant verse
Spat by a demon
I'm so high I can actually see them
It's angling season, hook line sinker I got them
Now I gotta actually eat them
So when I say that blind faith is a bitch
Next man think I'm taking the piss
So I'ma just sit back shaking and shit
When really all I wanna say to 'em is

If a clown can bake a pie full of vibes in his house today
And sell the grimmest ones for fifteen nogs to a crowd of snakes
Then we can fry some eggs and call them gods if we want to
And serve 'em with a crown of thorns swimming in some fondue

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