Jam Baxter – Hellathon Lyrics
Lyrics
Verse 1
- I rushed into the ground floor swinging my south paw
- Thought I’d escaped from the criminals outdoors
- Saw I was safe then the sinister sound caused
- My ears to bleed in the militant downpour
- And as they pissed hundreds of litres of blood
- I nearly slipped up from the speed of the flood
- When a demon encrusted with leeches and puss
- Starts screaming and beating my feet into mush
- Quick tings I rip my teeth from my gums
- Just to stab him in his creature-ous features and run
- But my feet have become locked burned and defective
- Septic and spurting with curdling red shit
- Grab at loose flesh and some dirty intestines
- I fashion new legs, started searching for exits
- Turn to the left when the worms I’d ingested
- Just burst from my neck where my sternum connected
- They were like —- and I was like “fuck”
- Dussing up to the third floor clutching my guts
- Banging at the door sat there rusted and shut
- But I spat a raw bar and it crumbled to dust
- The whole room is strange and it stunk of the musk
- Of some old tuna steak plus fungus and lust
- I heard a thundering crunch, trundled my lunch in disgust
Verse 2
- It’s every girl I’ve ever banged in the world and never rang
- All forced in a monster, a dirty messy flange
- So I burn 11 grams of some dirty smelly ganj
- Trying to fumigate the room but that weren’t a heavy plan
- Cause I’m lean now
- Got some wax on wax off
- Plugged up the gash with some tampons, dashed off
- Ripped out my brick and dialled 9-9-9
- But the voice on the line screamed “die-die-die”
- I thought rar, ring Ronnie
- And if he still alive tell him:
- Bring a kitchen knife and then swing for this friggin’ life
- But I couldn’t speak with my toothless mouth
- It’s like —-
- Ronnie Bosh: Wagwan you stupid clown?
- Ronnie Bosh: Look I’m trying to dig this groupie out
- Ronnie Bosh: What the fuck have you hoovered down?
- Man I was trying to explain all the fuckery before
- But all that came out was —-
- But suddenly he paused like:
- Ronnie Bosh: Bruv, there’s someone at the door
- Ronnie Bosh: It better be that scummy motherfucker with my draw
- Ronnie Bosh: Or I’m busting up his jaw
- Ronnie Bosh: Hold on, I’m gonna get the door, hold on
Verse 3
- They got to him too, fuck it
- I’ll get over it, Hieronymus who?
- I got ???? to do, through this ominous goo
- Stuck my guts back in with a bottle of glue
- I gotta move, straight duss to the second floor
- Met by a sweaty severed head by a metal door
- Retching with seven doors slobbering slush
- Vomiting bugs and slop from acuminous slugs
- And if that wasn’t enough
- Swinging from the ceiling were forty-four corpses dripping and congealing
- Pickling and bleeding
- Reached for my spine
- Ripped at the leeches and beetles and flies
- As the insects ran back to their nests
- Spun round saw Ron Bosh back from the dead
- But the man was possessed on some Dracula flex
- With his face hanging off and mad scabs on his flesh
- Got an axe to my neck and there’s crabs on my creps
- And a rancid tarantula clamped to my chest
- I tried to black but collapsed as he said
- Ronnie Bosh: “Fuck you Jam Baxter you’re dead!”