Jam Baxter - Ringing lyrics

(Verse 1 – Jam Baxter) I will rest upon that warm sack of laurels My eyes matching my complete lack of morals My doppelganger quarrels with forgotten plastic models While I flip out the back, light a bat and grab the bottles A string of huge gamble in a gothic church The priest that want your life just bowled out screaming What's it worth? And I can chase that f**er ‘til he's finished I just need a couple minutes and a double gin and tonic first Right now, I'm still on that f** em up now sh** Half lit, half crisp, young and run down sh** These empty streets got the whole team surrounded I lost track on how many escape routes I counted Wake up, their dreams were never yours Pick a plight and back it Pull your curtain back and beg a cause Pissed cause you lack a bag of gods to build a temple for And all your suits of armour stay folded in a chest of draws And you might of seen me racking up a slug or two But I ain't gotta slither up and glorify your d** for you Cold crushed in corners, gums ga**ing ‘bout that real flake Real bait, see you next year in a real state As your skull a**ess the damages and twitched It was broadcast on every damn channel in the bits Just a kid inspected ruins, spew and bile at every camera This is prime time viewing, pick your favourite jaded actor (Hook) Yeah I called the gods and left It ringing, ringing I insight riots for a living Come sell your skull and make a k**ing k**ing, k**ing, k**ing, k**ing, k**ing, k**ing My steaming ears are still ringing, ringing I burn down cities for a living Come sell your tongue and make a k**ing k**ing, k**ing, k**ing, k**ing, k**ing, k**ing k**ing, k**ing, k**ing, k**ing, k**ing, k**ing (Verse 2 – Dabbla) This is artistic licence to get absolutely f**ed out my face The ego just snucked out his place Tightly mashed down the name you trusted, got the game disgusted And what you're tasting Is a different type of flavoured mustard The sh** I laced it up with, caused a major f**rie Leave you facing upwards dealing with it so abruptly Things are going lovely, thanks for f**ing asking Get the place erupting now the flames are everlasting And yeah I'll have them flabbergasted, leave your face adjusted Keep them sniffing around my sh** I'll have your nasal busted Skip a couple pages, keep the table dusted We got them dutty flavours, I heard your label loves it I be like f** the neighbours, allow my name in public The way I move is dangerous, they wanna change the subject Your days are number, big kleptomaniac Control Alt Delete, creeping up on what I'm aiming at (Hook)