Jam Baxter - Gourmet Flesh lyrics

[Verse 1 - Jam Baxter] One thousand banshees in armoured jeeps screaming Couldn't wake me up from this dreamin' to weave him With these bleak evenings between these barriers Fleeing the jeep chariots, wheezing disease carriers Ca**ius Clay when we box beats like brothel who*es Tomahawk missiles spray gristle slang commodore What a war son, one rotten forked tongue Done a rocket, all lies s** it, got 'em all spun Still blinding, the stock high hybrid The sea of rhyme psychic minds in tight vices The sky high mileage, the well travelled brain stems Days unparalleled, gold lips spray gems All over some crystal, the alternate minstrel Clutching at sun beams and gold in a fistful The ultimate ritual, the gully side of normal I'd rather be a corpse than a rully eyed immortal [Hook - Jam Baxter] Yeah, yeah it's all good I guess it all makes sense now Mans nyaming on some gourmet flesh now And once wondrous all play dead now They're tryna tell me that it's all in my head now Yeah, I guess it all seems perfect And if you let 'em treat you like a chief you deserve it One blitz brer freezing in a furnace One kid scared bleeding in a skirmish [Verse 2 - Ramson Badbonez] As I bring it back, with maximum impact when I interact Flipping like a bra** aristocrat when the symbols crash Dashing funny types with the iron monkey stripes Rhyme fakers vapourize five hundred at a time Trying to fight this mega gator Bussing out the incubator, all hail the devostater Headless raider, known to the grader, rep of a stranger Heavy blazer set to escape the mystical manger Bunches of cutthroats, thugs own the drug zones and peace and love is unknown With a lust to bust chrome Rough folks with tough tones bunning down Marleys That cost loads saying f** those f**ing federalis My art is basic as lego and meccano Holding arms in guitar cases like the Desperados Calve the back of a rappers neck, we set the bar cold A heavy cargo full of arseholes, check the news flash Do the blinding true facts when I tear these group acts a new gash like giant zoo cats And who's that cooking up the roast eggs Fumigating known stench, putrid, rank and grotesque d**h becomes her in a text of one word And any drunk scum that drinks the blood becomes turned Badbonez and Jam Baxter dashing blue cracks of wraps Slackers like a boomerang that's coming back atcha! [Hook - Jam Baxter] Yeah, yeah it's all good I guess it all makes sense now Mans nyaming on some gourmet flesh now The once wondrous all play dead now They're pranging out because the war paints fresh now Yeah, I guess it all seems worth it And if you let 'em treat you like a chief you deserve it One blitz brer freezing in a furnace One kid scared bleeding in a skirmish [Verse 3 - Jam Baxter] Yeah sit there, blitz brer chilling on the blocks of ice Dropping like cluster bombs, Summers off sorry guys Check back next year, the kids wet webbed tears Pneumatic drills to their dreams through the left ear Gets weird, treading crushed armour in this stale hell The age old tail of the trainer and the snail shell Spring the brain from its jail cell I guess they're all good cause all's well that fails well Right stick and move, police he figured too A diagram depicting a kid caught in a pincer move Pick a new path and find they all lead to the same place A war scene, not for the small screen and it ain't safe Poor leading the space race, the rocket tears forgot to steer And burst into blistering bits burning, what career? So watch me commandeer every rotting year and yam 'em all Your lack of pa**ion called, it said watch out for the cannon balls It said watch out for the cannon balls Yeah