Nah

[Intro] [Eric! Wake the baby! Tell him its a disco] [Jam Baxter] Yeah Feeling like a lit vat of gasoline Printed on the centrefold of Live Lavish magazine I roll to the club clouding black and burning fabric Same blank expression like I haven't learned your language I watch him fail at every human interaction His eyes clutch at every single shimmering distraction Body like a baddie-built and spluttering contraption Its piloted by two village idiots in tandem I left the batchment as a melted action figure of myself And drank a mixture of exceptional strength My smart face exudes sweet and delectable stench Stop bothering you're conceptually spent Now screaming in the wings now bitching at the back I spent my whole summer flicking cities off the map Ping 'em off the walls let society collapse When the rising heat reveals you build your movement out of wax [Chorus] I swear to god you pricks can't tell me how to rap I'm like nah! Bitch don't tell me how to act I'm like nah! You're one step away from a slap I'm like nah! Nah! Nah! Nah! Nah! So I'm like prick can't tell me how to move I'm like nah! Bitch I got nothing to prove I'm like nah! You ain't confiscating my booze I'm like nah! Nah! Nah! Nah! Nah! [Dabbla] I'm getting more horny Swapping war stories Dick like Gonzo's nose and it talk for me Make a walk poorly I like my pork saucy You play the sport sorely Plus you'll never short-straw me Up in the court scrawny Middle finger raised Eyes like a tampon Hit the drink for days Swaying but I stand strong Still pissing flames The whole fam is jambon Play a different game Half a dozen man strong Twenty vodkas deep Neat dipping in and out of sleep Can you feel the beat? Very problematic Probably lick you in your forehead Like a rubber bullet just for fucking looking at it Quick fetch the stethoscope and the nebuliser Failed the breathalyser Shit, I didn't recognise you This is my story and all of it is real Take it how you wanna take it Fuck how you feel! [Chorus] Prick can't tell me how to move I'm like nah! Bitch I got nothing to prove I'm like nah! You ain't confiscating my booze I'm like nah! Nah! Nah! Nah! Nah! I swear to god you pricks can't tell me how to rap I'm like nah! Bitch don't tell me how to act I'm like nah! You're one step away from a slap I'm like nah! Nah! Nah! Nah! Nah! [Dabbla] Now tell 'em your favourite rapper's here I wanna see Jam Baxter in an aquasphere Steamrolling over a couple of thousand odd screaming supporters all willing to launch us out of the stratosphere [Jam Baxter] I sit gormless Gripped by a lack of fear The screams left him with a blue and blood spattered dear Wrapped to your disfigured replicas of relatives Shackled to each other like a pack of jewellery fetishists [Dabbla] Rummaging through your delicates Carving a couple slugs I'm in a target rich environment Starving you little mugs When we was growing up and started going out and clubbing We weren't taking fucking selfies We were taking fucking drugs! [Ah you want something helps keep you awake?] [Chorus] I swear to god you pricks can't tell me how to rap I'm like nah! Bitch don't tell me how to act I'm like nah! You're one step away from a slap I'm like nah! Nah! Nah! Nah! Nah! So I'm like prick can't tell me how to move I'm like nah! Bitch I got nothing to prove I'm like nah! You ain't confiscating my booze I'm like nah! Nah! Nah! Nah! Nah! [Jam Baxter] Yeah! Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah - yeah nah, yeah, yeah