Dead Players - B.A.W.G lyrics

The only answer's treat 'em rough
Tr-tr-tr-tr-treat 'em rough
Gotta be twice as hard as they think they are
Even friends don't last
An early lesson in disposability

Yeah, look so I was riding a placenta
Out of this planets miscarriage ballied up
Singing power ballads whilst I pissed acid
When the barbed wire mesh and circled the sky
I breeze through bleeding, tripping out
Surfing a high brightly burning
I guess we’ll never make the final form
Auditioning for death threats
Face sipping, find the cure
Midnight's calling me
Belling up my line at dawn
Screaming I will drag you to the
Shoobs by your spinal cord
Cool I’ll be there
Save a spot between the freaks
Clubfooted, pigeon legs
Stuck in weathered beaten teeth
Mark ‘em down as flightless, bitter
Blind pilots the chewing gum stains on
The streets were skydivers
All scraped from the paving
A lifetime of training
To sit around the gunner’s scene they
Couldn’t find a place in
We were sprawled across every
Seat in the auditorium
So all the boring talk is
Obscured by a roaring audience
Now, a man made of mush pukes used needles
12 blue babies stab each
Other to amuse people
One scrawny fool fucks a nuke
In the crude sequel
Starring our innards and a
Cast of scarred sinners
And any eye can scan a front page I murmured
As I can scan through a list
Of every stage I murdered
And then the sky folded out again
Curled around my system
And ripped out a dark shade of crimson

I slip through life on the skin of my teeth
So I still ain't gotta listen
To the civilised preach
That breeze, air, woft, gas
Bats in the attic all dropping en masse

I slip through life on the skin of my teeth
So I still ain't gotta listen
To the civilised preach
That breeze, air, woft, gas
Bats in the attic all dropping en masse

My styles like speeded up
Footage of shit growing
Get your fucking arse in the
Car and let’s get going
A whole lemon rolled to the
Window and lip blowing
With my pants half-cocked in the
Wip with my dick glowing
Funny how they pick up on
Words when they’re spat vulgar
Lower chakra shit got ‘em
Gagging to rap colder
Younger rappers thinking it’s cool
If they act older
Just another chip off the block
Of a fat boulder it’s how I’m living
It’s something I love doing yeah
Something I’d be damned if I’m
Letting you mugs ruin
I’ll have a rapper pooping his
Panties in one movement
Whilst I’m smoothly stepping out of the
Box that they dubbed you in
Go and judge a book by it's cover
Collect the karma
Instead of trying to better yourself
And connect the dharma
None of us will be here forever
And life is fragile as a motherfucker
Humble yourself and forget the drama
As-salamu alaykum my people
What’s fucking gwarning?
Hunger seems to lose all it's
Meaning when people starving
I’m trying to listen to writers
Who drop that knowledge
If I’m honest though I’ve heard it
Before and it's proper jarring
Barring like I should have been
Sponsored by fucking Carling
Laughing at the style in your stance
In which you be sparring
I’m sick of talking you’ll
Probably see me walking
Especially if you can’t handle your
End of the fucking bargain

I slip through life on the skin of my teeth
So I still ain't gotta listen
To the civilised preach
That breeze, air, woft, gas
Bats in the attic all dropping en masse

I slip through life on the skin of my teeth
So I still ain't gotta listen
To the civilised preach
That breeze, air, woft, gas
Bats in the attic all dropping en masse