Jam Baxter

"Fugginwiddem"

[Verse 1]

Welcome to this week’s edition of when idiots attack
It's time we juk a weeping city in its back
I reach for the “Off” button, blocked by the writhing limb
Stay tuned to see a swelling forehead firing pins
Lord’s back, signing in, sh*t, who invited him?
Who supplied the wings?
And which of you pricks switched the digits for Dial-A-King
For 0800-RENT-A-KILLER sweating in your fine skin(?)
Apply within, rack em up and slug em back
Bloody knuckle, body doubles, ducking muzzled gutter raps
See I'm hand-gliding on a stripper ripping bubble wrap
The popping air pockets got them hovering above a trap
He hit the spike with a fresh clear conscience
Came in putrid, and left here spotless
And got bars, ??? are just next year’s problems
Peace, now a word for my flesh-smeared sponsor

[Hook]

Yeah, tell them what it is man, tell them what it is
The prize winning sculpture or the peasant on a stick
Stop f*cking with them, f*cking with them
Why you always f*cking with them?
Must have seen the sucker in them, must have seen the sucker in them
Tell them what it is man, tell them what it is
Cause that one muggy lemming(?) must have lead them off a cliff
Stop jumping with them jumping with them
Why you always jumping with them?
Must have seen something in them, must have seen something in them

[Verse 2]

Yeah, welcome back pawns
To the edge of a world of trapped doors
Tune in, a little later we melt a man’s jaw
Play the game, what the f*ck were you dealt your hand for?
Four aces and a jug of rum later, it made sense
I think he went to fake face for the day, gents
An apathetic prosthetic head will herald the death of him
The day drops his withered winning smile and a treble gin
Oops, good luck scrambling your troops
With them plastic can strangling recruits
Waxworks dangling in suits
Force 'em in a candelabra
Light the wick, and hang 'em from the roof
Stapled to the clouds, racing to the ground
Blame it on your saviour for now, make them proud
See your tears ate his mouth as he wrestled with his feet
But he'll squeeze a jet of blood from every pebble on this beach

[Hook]

Yeah, tell them what it is man, tell them what it is
The prize winning sculpture or the peasant on a stick
Stop f*cking with them, f*cking with them
Why you always f*cking with them?
Must have seen the sucker in them, must have seen the sucker in them
Tell them what it is man, tell them what it is
Cause that one muggy lemming(?) must have lead them off a cliff
Stop jumping with them jumping with them
Why you always jumping with them?
Must have seen something in them, must have seen something in them

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