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[Verse 1: Jam Baxter] Damn, must've nodded off Kinda drunk still, up 'till wrong o'clock Cooking that prize-winning pimped-out finger food Bite-sized brain gristle swimming in a witch's brew Pull the old switcharoo When I swap a man's life for a string of huge Failures, loosely arranged in a little room Buried in obscurity, lit by a gibbous moon File that straight under wasted, it's them lot A best-of collection of dead flops I'm repping for the S-dot-N-dot beastly Mind got sharper, flesh got greasy My eyes sunk a little and the rest got leaky So I flung the spittle at your head-top, creepy As ever, slumped down deep in the cellar Warming up another batch free for a tenner [Hook: Jam Baxter] We've been on this dark path missioning for time And I ain't gonna lie - fam I'm doing fine Looking like a lightbulb hidden in the slime Still I'm on the grind - a man's gotta shine Even when it seems like I'm living in a mess I ain't gonna stress - bruv I'm all blessed Looking like a lab rat scratching at the nest And none of us has slept - we still stay fresh [Verse 2: Jam Baxter] Aah, not again Why you trying to climb that rotten stem The winds up here tear skin from forgotten men Washed from the memories of time, there's a lot of them But it takes a bigger man to fool me Than some blagger bragging 'bout his Christmas cracker jewellery React cruelly, file it under F for Fraud If less is more I'm more or less the richest bredder ever born And you can smell the lack of currency Wafting round my lair man, it's customary To nod that skull of yours and question your life When we drop that ton of raw flesh from a height Never seen, by man nor beast Nor robotic-suit villain, nor slack-jawed freak Like me, and if you take nothing from the bar Just remember that I'm fine, star...you see it's like [Hook: Jam Baxter] We've been on this dark path missioning for time And I ain't gonna lie - fam I'm doing fine Looking like a lightbulb hidden in the slime Still I'm on the grind - a man's gotta shine Even when it seems like I'm living in a mess I ain't gonna stress - bruv I'm all blessed Looking like a lab rat scratching at the nest And none of us has slept - we still stay fresh [Verse 3: Chester P] Roll up stressy and bun skunk Ealk bow-legged and punch-drunk Pour both kegs with drunk monks Broke both legs, a hump slumped up in the dumps Trunk sucked on my spunk drunk Shrinks shrank when my sixth sense stunt stumped Some sick blench(?) chumps front me for unc's lunch Bugs Bunny funds front, get your fronts crunched Jump get your bunch munched up by the munch bunch See them camel toe'd yatties get their bumps humped Jumped up fucking all night till her hump shrunk She said 'it's all about the honesty with some front' Me like a dumb lump, told her that her cunt stunk She hit me with her skunk blunt Had to jump trunks mid-night going bump-bump Heffer got a rump funk, left her with her tongue drunk Trying to say goodbye, mechanism's going clunk-clunk [Hook: Jam Baxter] We've been on this dark path missioning for time And I ain't gonna lie - fam I'm doing fine Looking like a lightbulb hidden in the slime Still I'm on the grind - a man's gotta shine Even when it seems like I'm living in a mess I ain't gonna stress - bruv I'm all blessed Looking like a lab rat scratching at the nest And none of us has slept - we still stay fresh