Jam Baxter – Fillet Mignon Lyrics
Lyrics
Hook
- Is that an MC or a BLT?
- I swear down, I can't tell these days, [I can't tell these days...]
- Cause I've been spitting fridge-fresh with the full fat bars,
- Ever since I could spell my name, [my name...]
- Is that an MC or a filet mignon?
- I swear down, I can't tell these days, [I can't tell, man...]
- Sipping bark to my CP, keeping it gutter,
- And the man, them that felt my pain. [my pain... my pain...]
Jam Baxter
- Yeah, yeah, my pain, migraines are more,
- The sweat in that steg on the dry days of yore,
- The flypapers full of the lies pave the floor,
- And the fast King's kitchen, why waste the score?
- I'm in, one of them moves fresh new tremors,
- In a torch-lit lab full of test tube cherubs,
- Is that a plump duck or an egg stew, fella says 'Who?',
- She did it just to get you jealous, yeah, [Yeah...]
- Yeah, yeah, they say I'm not relevant,
- Is that a bag of gas or a tray of hot venison?
- Scrape that skeleton, swing it from the rafters,
- Gargling spittle as I'm picking at the carcass,
- Hard barbers, smothered in the mince,
- Waking everyday spitting blood up in my sink,
- Still struggling to blink with my puke glazed eyes,
- So, is that an MC or a huge steak pie, say why.
Hook
- Is that an MC or a BLT?
- I swear down, I can't tell these days, [I can't tell these days...]
- Cause I've been spitting fridge-fresh with the full fat bars,
- Ever since I could spell my name, [my name...]
- Is that an MC or a filet mignon?
- I swear down, I can't tell these days, [I can't tell, man...]
- Sipping bark to my CP, keeping it gutter,
- And the man, them that felt my pain. [my pain... my pain...]
Dirty Dike
- Is that an MC or a ham and egg quiche, on a platter,
- Scraped fresh from a bag of sex cheese,
- Cause I can't seem to tell what these rapper heads mean,
- When they're screaming in panic like they're having wet dreams,
- So, what happened to the scene, is it happening to me?
- I feel like a tea bag flapping in the breeze,
- Should I kneel down or lean back,
- Or smack you in the teeth?
- Nah, before it comes to that I think I'll pack it in and leave,
- Cause I've had enough of beasts when its phantom are salmon legs,
- Big man, smashing up their pram and they act depressed,
- Is that a talent or a faggot in a massive dress,
- Nah, that's a rapper slash scag head with a jagged edge.
- [So, is that an MC] or a fetus with claws,
- Or a penis that talks, that people ignore,
- When you speak and we yawn cause we seem to be bored,
- When you wet lettuce MCs are deep in your thoughts. [Fuck off.]
Hook
- Is that an MC or a BLT?
- I swear down, I can't tell these days, [I can't tell these days...]
- Cause I've been spitting fridge-fresh with the full fat bars,
- Ever since I could spell my name, [my name...]
- Is that an MC or a filet mignon?
- I swear down, I can't tell these days, [I can't tell, man...]
- Sipping bark to my CP, keeping it gutter,
- And the man, them that felt my pain. [my pain... my pain...]