Dead Players - Bottle lyrics

[Jam Baxter] Oi shh The largest thing you've ever seen Multiplied a thousand times Doubling in size each second of every hour twice Re-inflated daily by a legion of the deepest lungs Still couldn't cast a single shadow on what we become [male voice] Oi Baxter why you bleeding son? [Jam Baxter] I'll tell if I knew myself Super stealth jets are crashing in my mind the future melts Pilots parachuting out my teeth and bursting into flames And landing on a petrol sodden sound scape we bring the pain What? Think I'm lying? (No) Like the carbon copy kittens writtens dripping fraff about the crack they're still supplying Bruv' I sold d** for years and I was f**ing awful at it If I still did it, I wouldn't hot it up by talking damage Damn its late, watch it all evaporate (wooooooh!) Yam a fake sugar spewing sewer moving rattle snake The accolades I'm saving for my heads that understand the journey (wooooooh!) Tryna murk with you were born to get the planet dirty [CHORUS} I don't really wanna hear 'em talk now Cos they don't wanna hear us kick the door down How much of this bottle should I pour out? How about all of it? All of it, All of it, All of it Jammin' in the league with my feet up And my whole damn teams looking lean up How much of this scene can we eat up? How about all of it? All of it, All of it, All of it [Jam Baxter] Watch all of it twist like contortionists Kicking up a fine fuss f** getting caught in this Next mans web of lies, eight legged lunatics A couple grubby bars turn pursuers into fugitives Yeah, and its all clicking into place (wooooooh!) Winner takes all of it as all of 'em disintegrate See every single figures faced with us given time and charmer Amuse the mind and human eyes of your reclining master [Dabbla] And I'm the silent partner The fire starting suicidal martyr Who'd like to welcome you to my disaster Just an ordinary man tryna' find the answer And I can cut you with my hands but the eye's are faster Nineteen seven thousand feet Flying charter Dropping bombs on the dance floor, find your partner Come we sing a song of bygones, sayonara And give me something I can vibe on Like the la-la [Chorus] [Dabbla] They say that imitation is the greatest form of flattery Love to see you fakers try and copy man exactly Dabbla keep it running like an every lasting battery Don't ever try and cla** me in a category Or ask me what the matter be Matter fact its happening, snappily Welcome to the Dead Players faculty Never could you tackle me As for looking at me like you know me Yer' I owe you something and for looking back at me The game in the vanacamy Keep a kitty catting in the cattery k** a catalogue cause a catastrophe In all of your anatomy Nothing but debauchery and blasphemy Talking bout it acting all irrationally How boring can a rapper be? Actually, Actually factually I hope your fam are bleeding from the apathy Needs to be and has to be For looking manufactured from the factory I'll slap you and your strawberry daiquiri More than satisfactory Naturally epitome of staying real (wooooooh!) We ain't in the same feel Motherf**er Everything we touch is getting flame grilled You ain't even part boiled Our soil Snooping on you losers like gargoyles Run the rally from up in the valley, never shabby Get the gally we paddy picking to get the tally Whose ya' daddy kabaddy the cat is out the baggy We get 'em aggy from Waltham Abbey to Abu Dhabi [Chorus] [male voice] Yo, pa** the tramadol, get the f** out of here will ya