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Jam Baxter & Jam Baxter
[Verse 1: Jam Baxter]
Hey slobs it's the late cotch waste toppin'
Stray dogs stays lost bray stay gobbin'
K snot, brains rottin'
And we ain't got papes cause we hate shottin'
Traipse on veins cloggin'
Its your bait flop, Jacob, the muddy mime
Bunnin' thai, rubbin' my gums with the colour white
Cutting lines up inside clubs, it's the grubby life
Shove a mic under my mug, watch me come alive
I'm the sluggish type, scuttle by piss poor
Spliff lit like a triple number 9 switch board
And you wonder why I'm looking like shit for
Dribbling at chicks, tryna pull 'em like rip chord
Crooked eyes flickering a hot box visibly
I'm pickling my bonce 'til it's compost physically
But being pissed non stop cripples me
Fuck hip-hop man, it's hop-hop literally
On a one legged race to get legless
A skunk serenade for one, a ket breakfast
Shucks any takers bruv let's get feckless
Come and get blazed and drunk and head westwards
With reckless abandon
Retching at random
Dreadfully dressed I perfected the anthem (blaow)
And if you live how I live, stick your mits in the air and then puke 'til you can't like this
Like this, like this, like this (like what?)
Like this, like this, like this (like what?)
Like this, like this, like this (like what?)
Like this, like this, like this
[Verse 2: Dirty Dike]
News just in
Dike's fucked on a drug binge
Sniffin' up dust cut with scum from the dustbin
And fuck things it's the same old same
James raping his brain in his nasal ways
And basic days consist of a piss pot of cocaine
And when my nostrils block, I'll be rippin' off your nose mate
So bait I could walk into ASDA
And snort up an ounce with your daughter and Baxter
Bought 'nuff drugs, can't afford no pasta
Snort up dust 'til my sore nose fractures
And round here we don't pour no champers
We're wearing a wardrobe of your clothes wankers
And don't thank us, I'm far from a nice lout
5 ounce lines couldn't buy me a night out
Sniff like a sniff like a hoover to floor
Put your hands up and trip as I puke on the floor like this
Like this, like this, like this
It's like this, like this, like this (like what?)
It's like this, like this, like this (like what?)
It's like this, like this, like this (like how?)
Like This was written by Dirty Dike & Jam Baxter.