Ghost Town - Infinite Limousine Pile Up lyrics

[Dabbla] When I bust, I never let the dust settle Let 'em all rust with the crushed metal Now they wantin me to k** it on another level Is it really just did it whatcha want a medal I want a little figurine with the middle finger in the air And the other hands on my balls In a magazine with a free CD giveaway And give a f** about anybody in a way Take it to the next level of taking the piss Cause anybody who's anybody is waitin for this You can bet your f**in nelly I come with the goods Take my time when I aim and I ain't gonna miss Blam, you're whole fam look Disney You'll be elbowing man like Isny So gully so HAM so grisly Blud you're about as deep as a frisbee [Jam Baxter] Yeah, I tell em its deadlocked now Eatin the earth while the rest cotch out They're asleep in a freefall head gone south In a bedsit trapped in a dead dog's mouth I'm ga**ed out my brains, I'm ballooning I award you a fate of your choosing I been in flight straight up cruising Come a new face and I met that new ting She looks deep in my eyes says tie me up And she cums eight times every time we f** And I spent two years in a sea of dead gash On a worldwide smash with a fiery gut So yep, guess she's a keeper I be at the back creepin demeanor Man still mashed, deep in the ether Still wake up with extreme amnesia [Sox] Out of town girls love Birmingham accents When i'm in the rave all I get is hara**ment Skinny likkle white boy skankin to bashment I put in the work when the mandem are absent I don't MC just to get a reaction I get out of bed and I'm ready for action Got a bad b**h in Southampton That wants to come party with the mandem And if I wanna beat but I don't wanna bingy Man'll draw for the rubber dinghy I know bare brum gyal wanna link me Like wallpaper they wanna strip me She says she's tipsy off the whiskey Now I'm in the DJ with a rice krispie Got a bad b**h tryna move kinky Cause I'm on the TV like Tinky Winky [Ocean Wisdom] Yeah Tell a man don't look down Don't look skyward don't look round Close them eyelids hold this sound Just bop that head when the O's in town Are ya mad? Now cuz I'm rollin pounds Unknowns wanna act like they're rollin now Are ya dumb though? I don't even know this clown But you text man's phone like I owe him sounds Nah nah, you're in a league of your own And our league's pure don-ery And I couldn't have said it with more modesty They lovin every second we k**in it more properly Sox already said we on telly that Tinky winky We be rollin with tellytubbies be puffin on sticky icky n***as be movin that poppa docky they chokin whenever tokin on piffy oh what a pity [Illaman] You ain't ga**ed, you ain't sick Get the side-man salad in your plate real quick Ill's from PC in your grandma's pantry Dressed like a pirate, overly swag Your girl heard my voice now it's stuck in her head She moans in her sleep and wets up the bed So don't be a plonker, don't be a prat Cause I'll flykick your nan into a wardrobe fam Mad, mental, yep that's me I-Double L-A-M-A-N, in the kebab shop daily Boxin' meat, no chips, no pitta With the beard on fleek I go in, like really in Like deep-pore cleansing skin-conditioning anti-bacterial facewash tings Get rid of that sh** that's naffing long! [Orifice Vulgatron] Ah! I'm like put 'em in the boot If a guy tests I'mma put 'em in the boot Come against me and I'mma put you in a headlock Deadlocked, Peak yeah I'm comin for your loot Yeah I'm coming for your creps, chains, gyal and you'll see If manna wanna test then i'm whetting up your crew Breddas tryna bring it to the team on a sly one My don i'ma get live in the booth And I put 'em in the boot of my car Headin for the peak district its not far Me and Jam Baxter the leanup ting still focused Dabs on the cleanup ting it's not a parr That's teamwork fam Sox double edge and we cleanup fam Back to the mad man, a real badman Its real like man I'm getting keyed up I ain't tryna hear that fam