Ringing lyrics

(Verse 1 – Jam Baxter)

I will rest upon that warm sack of laurels
My eyes matching my complete lack of morals
My doppelganger quarrels with forgotten plastic models
While I flip out the back, light a bat and grab the bottles
A string of huge gamble in a gothic church
The priest that want your life just bowled out screaming
What’s it worth?
And I can chase that f*cker ‘til he’s finished
I just need a couple minutes and a double gin and tonic first
Right now, I’m still on that f*ck em up now sh*t
Half lit, half crisp, young and run down sh*t
These empty streets got the whole team surrounded
I lost track on how many escape routes I counted
Wake up, their dreams were never yours
Pick a plight and back it
Pull your curtain back and beg a cause
p*ssed cause you lack a bag of gods to build a temple for
And all your suits of armour stay folded in a chest of draws
And you might of seen me racking up a slug or two
But I ain't gotta slither up and glorify your drugs for you
Cold crushed in corners, gums gassing ‘bout that real flake
Real bait, see you next year in a real state
As your skull assess the damages and twitched
It was broadcast on every damn channel in the bits
Just a kid inspected ruins, spew and bile at every camera
This is prime time viewing, pick your favourite jaded actor
(Hook)

Yeah
I called the gods and left It ringing, ringing
I insight riots for a living
Come sell your skull and make a killing
Killing, killing, killing, killing, killing, killing
My steaming ears are still ringing, ringing
I burn down cities for a living
Come sell your tongue and make a killing
Killing, killing, killing, killing, killing, killing
Killing, killing, killing, killing, killing, killing

(Verse 2 – Dabbla)

This is artistic licence to get absolutely f*cked out my face
The ego just snucked out his place
Tightly mashed down the name you trusted, got the game disgusted
And what you’re tasting Is a different type of flavoured mustard
The sh*t I laced it up with, caused a major f*ckrie
Leave you facing upwards dealing with it so abruptly
Things are going lovely, thanks for f*cking asking
Get the place erupting now the flames are everlasting
And yeah I’ll have them flabbergasted, leave your face adjusted
Keep them sniffing around my sh*t I’ll have your nasal busted
Skip a couple pages, keep the table dusted
We got them dutty flavours, I heard your label loves it
I be like f*ck the neighbours, allow my name in public
The way I move is dangerous, they wanna change the subject
Your days are number, big kleptomaniac
Control Alt Delete, creeping up on what I'm aiming at
(Hook)