Dead Players - Billa lyrics

(Verse One – Jam Baxter) Let me show them where the future is You under achieve, under a chiefs tutelage While you're moving as model citizens Did you brand of ignorance come with a free crucifix? Pump powders into snotty humans All skanking with them same robotic body movements I stops you shuffling to a jam with a bu*ters drink in my hand Like some suped up modern mutant Ransack the engagement Slip into places, your dads spangled replacement The glare pulled him into pause a pure debauchery And sent a smoke investigator back to the station On some nothing to report sergeant Erase the interviews I made a case for living sinful, none of us have sh** to prove Mouth leaking like a villain with his skin removed His claret seeps through every layer, back into the stink of booze (Hook) Build another platform, burn it to the ground Winners to the front, kick ‘em while their down (Verse Two – Dabbla) Come witness the table topple (Watch!) You can love me or hate me just save me the f**ing waffle (Please!) Squabble freely and leave me out of your weedy conversations While you shovel that garbage up in your snozzle Hows life as a lollypop women fairing out? There's a rotten smell in your closet you wanna air it out I can't be held for what's coming out of my scary mouth (Nope!) Let the authorities worry about my whereabouts (Pow!) Drowning ‘em out with a boat, swallow it Wouldn't call it my fault if the cult follow it (Whats that?!) Some kind of verbal a**ault, I don't acknowledge it (Oh!) I bring a glimmer of hope but I won't promise it Blood it's far from a joke it's beyond treatment In a cloak spinning out on some beautiful Fibonacci sequence Bang, bang on your chest until you start breathing Such a beautiful mess, keep the heart beating (Hook) Build another platform, burn it to the ground Winners to the front, kick ‘em while their down (Verse 3 – Jam Baxter & Dabbla) Im in a hotel with a wet towel down on the floor, smoking While security jimmy the door open, I precariously pour sh** away with a sawing motion I regret it, step out like what's all the commotion? (What's all the commotion?!) State your name for the record, the black box in his brain said he's peppered I'm off my sweed again, auf wiedersehen A needle in a haystack so save the waste chat for when we meet again I said f** it, I never rated reality anyway As a drop of liquid crystal landed splat in my Perrier Ultra-strong drink with a tiny umbrella The dust hidden in my sock keep it grimey forever The smooth exteriors detachable The units underneath are all invaluable It's the Neanderthal (…..?) (………………….?) (………………?) Get ga**ed at the jam and then trash your house (Hook x2) Build another platform, burn it to the ground Winners to the front, kick ‘em while their down