Scales (feat. Stinkin Slumrok)

[Verse 1: Jam Baxter]
Fresh from lounging in the Alpujarras
My work clothes are now pyjamas in a shroud of darkness
Unless I'm pulling out the velvet suit and leather gloves and silver chain
To kill the game and salsa dance around the carcass
You bought your whole image with that label money
Ain't it funny, cute screwfaces from your baby buggy
Teams of high rats around him, let him masquerade as gully
I ain't gotta buy my bredrens, I ain't fucking made of money
Shit, he lost his footing and fell
Took a trip through your past and my lord, look at the "L"s
If you're trying to find your friends just take a look at my shelves
'Cause these rappers are Russian dolls now, full of themselves
I catch a seventy-pound Uber, two trains and ski down the side of a
Himalayan mountain range, naked, to tell you to suck your mum
And turn up holding the same perfectly-balanced double rum
Rack this powder out and give the drummer some, fuck him up
Empty skull like an unmanned plane
But I'll tell you you're a fuck up with your drunk dad’s brain
Lick a whole sheet, disappear and come back sane
Screaming put your toys away, this ain't a young man's game
You've had enough champagne, sir
They chased me out the building past the semi-famous peasant begging passing kids to film him
That's a dead cow you're milking
Relax and give them hands a rest
We caught him lacking lapping up the sewage like a man possessed

[Chorus: Stinkin' Slumrok]
Slap him in the car
Dump the body in the reservoir they never get far
Yeah you were all about the talk until it came down to the walk
Now [crack the light?] so low
So let me take a little sip
So I provoke [?] pistol I can aim at your arm
Back wish the whole position
Try not to fade in whispers
You know what time they're testing
Be full of scales and blisters

[Verse 2: Jam Baxter]
I sense a certain sickness in you curtain-twitchers
Never left your room, kept it schtum as a murder witness
Oi, this year I want your world for Christmas
Scowl across the table stare you out and chew my turkey giblets
And when my misty eyes return fire
One man shatters and becomes a tiny church choir
Escaping in a little toy tractor with a burst tire
Stepping in to spread your greasy rumours, you're the worst liar
You ran that knitting circle 'til your skin was purple
Gossip queen, quaffing lean, trip on every single hurdle
Prodding at your bruises sitting glued atop your father's knee
If I ain’t feel your wave, I'll slap your snorkel off and part the sea
Fix the world, slash the sky, peel it back, ask for me
I appear in holographic form for one second and charge a fee
She told me she'd been off the white, sprawled out at my yard at three
I'd love to believe you, but that line you did was half a g
Damn, now she's never gonna shut up
Couldn't kick her habits with a hundred-metre run-up
The sun must've snuck up, slapped you through the curtains
Now the vampiric shrieking’s just a regular occurrence
Is that cold world tearing you a new rectum?
Body shoved into the reduced frozen fruit section
They lost a few limbs, lost a few henchmen
He treats the bright green gutter like his new bedroom

[Chorus: Stinkin' Slumrok]
Slap him in the car
Dump the body in the reservoir they never get far
Yeah you were all about the talk until it came down to the walk
Now [crack the light?] so low
So let me take a little sip
So I provoke [?] pistol I can aim at your arm
Back wish the whole position
Try not to fade in whispers
You know what time they're testing
Be full of scales and blisters