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Jam Baxter
- Hey slobs it’s the late cotched waste hopping
- Stray dog stays lost
- Brey stay gobbing case not brain’s rotting
- And we aint got papes cause we hate shotting
- Traipse on veins clogging
- It’s your bait flop Jacob the muddy mind
- Bunning Thai, rubbing my gums with the colour white
- Cutting lines up inside clubs it’s the grubby life
- Shove a mic under my mug, watch me come alive
- I’m the sluggish type, scuttle by, piss poor
- Split flip like a triple number nine switchboard
- And you wonder why I’m looking like shit for
- Dribbling at chicks trying to pull ‘em like rickshaws
- Crooked eyes flicker in the hot box visibly
- I’m pickling my blunts? till its compost physically
- But being pissed non-stop cripples me
- Fuck hip-hop man its hop-hop literally
- On a one-legged race to get legless
- A skunk serenade for one that kept breakfast
- Shucks, any takers bruv? Let’s get feckless
- Come and get blazed and drunk and head westward
- With reckless abandon
- Retching at random
- Dreadfully dressed I perfected the anthem
- Blaow!
- And if you live how I live stick your mits and then puke till you can’t
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Dirty Dike
- News just in
- Dike’s fucked on a drug binge
- Sniffing up dust cut with skunk from the dustbin
- And fuck pins, it’s the same old same
- James raping his brain in his nasal ways
- And basic days consist of a piss-pot of cocaine
- And when my nostrils block I’ll be ripping off your nose mate
- So bait, I could walk into Asda
- and snort up an ounce with your daughter and Baxter
- Bought ‘nuff drugs can’t afford no pasta
- Snort up dust till my sore nose fractures
- And round here we don’t pour no champas
- We’re wearing a wardrobe with your clothes wankers
- And don’t thank us; I’m far from a nice lout
- Five ounce lines couldn’t buy me a night out
- If you sniff like I sniff like a hoover to floor
- Put your hands up and trip as I puke on the floor
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