Ronnie Bosh - Teeth lyrics

[Intro: Jam Baxter] Yeah, big up Donald Trump Cows in the slaughterhouse, yeah, covered in stuff Missed our grandfathers, grans Toothless idiots Doris, s** your relatives Dr. Jekyll and Mr. wa*ker, in a pie [Verse 1: Jam Baxter] Still Puffing the purple 'til I'm drowsy and mute still Stuck in the circle yet I'm out of the loop Spouting abuse, drowning in a fountain of youth As powder and puke surround me when I'm out with the troops So how do you do? 'Low me a twos I'm on the wrong track Pulling short straws from a sorcerer's top hat Calling from Stopgat to board them to stop that[?] Like I'm blowing my nose and snorting the snot back Circulating the earth, regurgitating the worms The birds are making me worse, I'm hating their chirps But loving the peace Hating the work, but loving the peace Maybe it's worth becoming a freak Stuck on repeat Stains on my shirt, mud on my sheets See me spraying this verse with blood on my teeth Cause my cranium burst and smothers the street I keep faith in the world and my tongue in my cheek It's deep [Hook] It's CP, SMB, and you are not invited Best leave me the next CD We'll leave you rotting lifeless It's CP, SMB, and you are not invited Best believe me, the next CD Will leave you rotting lifeless [Verse 2: Ronnie Bosh] Look Here's a list of the things I could never quite say When the deadly primates on the heavy night days Man I'm sweating nitrates, and forgetting my name And so I, shove another f**ing gret in my face Can I get a light? Safe I'm a keep spitting 'til the end of my days 'Til I'm dead and white, wait All right babes, it's getting quite late Tryna link chicks cheaper than the better by brains Best respect a nice date Man I'm known to be, sitting lean in my home with some potent leafs I'm so sick that the devil sold his soul to me You know my stees so please folks smoke my beef I've got a scene full of jokers and hopeless freaks I've got a team full of blokes with a show to teeth Got CDs to promote and a nose to keep clean Unless his hoe Gs have coke for free [Hook] It's CP, SMB, and you are not invited Best leave me the next CD We'll leave you rotting lifeless It's CP, SMB, and you are not invited Best believe me, the next CD Will leave you rotting lifeless [Verse 3: Dirty Dike] I walk unafraid of the torture I face You can talk all day and I'll ignore what you say I adore what you make mate of course get it made But I'm bored of the same set of thoughts you've displayed It's awkward, I make beats and talk like I'm great Get applauded the rave's never short of a mate And yet I'm snoring, yawning Conformist is caught in a storm Thinking law isn't yours to be born with His storm's in a teacup And war when we speak up Beat up the doorman and brawl 'til the police come It's portion to meet son Drawing with each gun And I ain't sure if I'll store what they teach us Until police comes I'll chew on that forbidden fruit Pick and choose from this picture that I wish I drew It isn't win or lose I think it's live and prove You ain't the sickest just because you're in the biggest shoes [Hook] It's CP, SMB, and you are not invited Best leave me the next CD We'll leave you rotting lifeless It's CP, SMB, and you are not invited Best believe me, the next CD Will leave you rotting lifeless [Scratching]