Ghost Town - Cooked lyrics

[Jam Baxter] (Yeah... Look...) [Verse 1: Jam Baxter] I'm on a wave every night like f** 'em Two more drops in a spiked white russian I stashed that treasure in a hole in my mind So my eyes glow gold every time I shut 'em Roll on set like my fam cousin I'm at the bar, running out, awkward game On a gurned up goth with a streamlined curse Tryna feed my words in a tortured brain But, I ain't on a next ball and chain And I been on a hype since Champion Fraff It's a wonder how the kid's still standing If you ain't on a mosh you can stand at the back Pour a whole bottle in a big bag of ice cubes Cut a little hole in the bottom and hang it up Spend a couple hours hooked up to the drip and Roll out when your rumbling stomach has had enough [Dabbla] (So I was like...) [Verse 2: Dabbla] Wargwarn petal Bleed for that first cla** seat You can keep that cheap bit of metal I beat motherf**ers in the head till they get it When they don't, they be like woah, wyle down, seccle The dark, I'm special Ain't never lost sleep on a silly old clique in the vessel Speak of the devil Deep in the belly but it doesn't matter cause you couldn't creep on my level We don't wrestle We knock 'em out flat with one slap and laugh at the pile Dance around 'em, all pointing and giggling k**ing any, illegitimate Problem Child Oi dick breath, I been around for a while I smile (argh), I spit (ah), that vile One hundred eyes for the style I'm true by an inch, I'm true by a mile [Hook] That's war Ate 'em all raw Selling 'em the poisons, selling 'em the cure Bottles of the cheap sh** spilling on the floor Cut 'em into pieces, slip 'em in the jaw My mind's all cooked, ate 'em all cooked Fling 'em in the furnace, tell 'em it's a look Left 'em in a back room hanging on a hook Bruv let's cook Come let's cook Ate 'em all cooked [Jam Baxter] (Rah!) [Verse 3: Jam Baxter] Guess 'em, you lemon I see you perfected your chief impression It's your resident freakin' session It all went black for a fleeting second I was parked up on the face of a sheer precipice Puffing a hallucinogenic with a pipe The feds were out slivering an M17 Tryna lock up any wandering city slicker in sight But, nothing like a fountain of chaos (nuttin!) But I ain't sure where the honour is Whole crew looking like a zombie apocalypse Couldn't tell who's grinning face was the rottenest Right now I just wanna wyle out, right now I just wanna roll in Pulling out every single dead and buried world from my face Like a million millenia I'm folding [Dabbla] (Nuttin!) [Verse 4: Dabbla] Nothin like anything that you've come across Motherf**ers loving a proper feeling in the dance They be like, Dabbla you gotta give them a chance I be like, f** 'em they nowhere near as advanced I should raise the level and show them a little thing or two Instead of blending in but they keep on dragging it arse Battering a lyric and doing it really fast Bussing up your lip when I'm dipping in glue and gla** Anyone who know what they're talking about Will tell you that my family be murdering anything that they touch Got nothing to say but I got them all in my clutch Wouldn't call it living the dream, it's a bit much Couldn't give a million f**s, and for the rush, and paper cuts I'm grinning and billing a bit of Dutch Brushing them aside and then leaving them there to rust Until it's dust, and all of the competition is crushed [Hook] That's war Ate 'em all raw Selling 'em the poisons, selling 'em the cure Bottles of the cheap sh** spilling on the floor Cut 'em into pieces, slip 'em in the jaw My mind's all cooked, ate 'em all cooked Fling 'em in the furnace, tell 'em it's a look Left 'em in a back room hanging on a hook Bruv let's cook Come let's cook Ate 'em all cooked