Jam Baxter - Fantastic Man lyrics

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Jam Baxter - Fantastic Man lyrics

Yeah thank you very much, fresh right down to my tagliatelle guts b**h you're way too kind, stay lathered in succes in these strange new times Fresh out the bath, face made of tweed Liquidised brain on some rainmaker steez Stained gla** jacket with the platinum hood Got the giraffe skin pockets full of acid and kush Look sublime, barbed wire scarf velvet bally Clean set of knives taped to my teeth my flesh baggy Stab happy tongue sharp chin chiselled features Velour jaw sugar neck liquored up genius Gas proof ear muffs muffle that fraff talk Short back and sides racking lines on the catwalks Jaw snapping eyes, role model musk And a thousand yard stare to make the whole brothel blush Dust out, lading in my radiant flesh Moonwalking in my enriched uranium creps Do the nuclear skank instantenous d**h Check the burberry eyelids as they lay me to rest Tree trunk fingers with the best dressed aphids Kids ain't f**ing with the flesh, let's face it s** the respect from the air Exhale smug bullets with exceptional flair Slide out the yard, big bag of stuff Rock twenty layers like the kids fattened up My vibe hand stitched by sweating obese children Packaged and crammed into an elegant beak Silken smile, rich regalia, crude oil jacuzzi Blood diamond iris, eyes bleed profusely New bej**elled suits smooth skin fitted loosely ruby guts basted in beauty Pursued by a ma** gash flash mob, chewing coins, guzzle gold Picking dried blood and fake nails from my rubber soles Looks within looks like Russia dolls Fill a cup of cold caviar rock a plush rubber skull, criss Chairman of the strong vibe academy Silver skinned midget with a steel shank hacking me a fresh slab of ham From the psychedelly deli Henny pouring out my pores I'm bored already, yes Wafer thin slices of the last Javan gibon The desired diet plan of a half a**ed magician Check the varnish on the guts And the old crying butler sat sharpening the tusks Yeah, thank you very much, fresh right down to my tagliatelle guts b**h you're way too kind, stay lathered in success in these strange new times