Dead Players - Cooked lyrics

(yeah look)

I'm on a wave every night like fuck 'em
Two more drops in a spiked white Russian
I stashed that treasure in a hole in my mind
So my eyes glow gold every time I shut 'em
Roll on set like my fam cousin
I'm at the bar, running out, awkward game
On a gurned up goth with a streamlined curse
Tryna feed my words in a tortured brain
But, I ain't on a next ball and chain
And I been on a hype since Champion Fraff
It's a wonder how the kid's still standing
If you ain't on a mosh
You can stand at the back
Pour a whole bottle in a big bag of ice cubes
Cut a little hole in the
Bottom and hang it up
Spend a couple hours hooked up
To the drip and roll out when your rumbling
Stomach has had enough



(So I was like)

Wargwarn petal
Bleed for that first class seat
You can keep that cheap bit of metal
I beat motherfuckers in the head
Till they get it when they don't, they be
Like woah, wyle down, seccle
The dark, I'm special
Ain't never lost sleep on a silly
Old clique in the vessel speak of the devil
Deep in the belly but it doesn't matter
Cause you couldn't creep on my level
We don't wrestle
We knock 'em out flat with one
Slap and laugh at the pile
Dance around 'em, all pointing and giggling
Killing any, illegitimate Problem Child
Oi dick breath, I been around for a while
I smile (argh) , I spit (ah) , that vile
One hundred eyes for the style
I'm true by an inch, I'm true by a mile

That's war ate 'em all raw
Selling 'em the poisons, selling 'em the cure
Bottles of the cheap shit
Spilling on the floor
Cut 'em into pieces, slip 'em in the jaw
My mind's all cooked, ate 'em all cooked
Fling 'em in the furnace
Tell 'em it's a look
Left 'em in a back room hanging on a hook
Bruv let's cook come let's cook
Ate 'em all cooked

(Rah)

Guess 'em, you lemon
I see you perfected your chief impression
It's your resident freakin' session
It all went black for a fleeting second
I was parked up on the
Face of a sheer precipice
Puffing a hallucinogenic with a pipe
The feds were out slivering an M17
Tryna lock up any wandering
City slicker in sight
But, nothing like a fountain of chaos
(nuttin)
But, I ain't sure where the honour is
Whole crew looking like a zombie apocalypse
Couldn't tell who's grinning face
Was the rottenest
Right now I just wanna wyle out
Right now I just wanna roll in
Pulling out every single dead and
Buried world from my face
Like a million millenia I'm folding

(Nuttin)

Nothin like anything that you've come across
Motherfuckers loving a proper feeling
In the dance they be like
Dabbla you gotta give them a chance
I be like
Fuck 'em they nowhere near as advanced
I should raise the level and show
Them a little thing or two
Instead of blending in but they
Keep on dragging it arse
Battering a lyric and doing it really fast
Bussing up your lip when I'm
Dipping in glue and glass
Anyone who know what they're talking about
Will tell you that my family be
Murdering anything that they touch
Got nothing to say but I got
Them all in my clutch
Wouldn't call it living the dream
It's a bit much
Couldn't give a million fucks
And for the rush, and paper cuts
I'm grinning and billing a bit of Dutch
Brushing them aside and then leaving
Them there to rust until it's dust
And all of the competition is crushed

That's war ate 'em all raw
Selling 'em the poisons, selling 'em the cure
Bottles of the cheap shit
Spilling on the floor
Cut 'em into pieces, slip 'em in the jaw
My mind's all cooked, ate 'em all cooked
Fling 'em in the furnace
Tell 'em it's a look
Left 'em in a back room hanging on a hook
Bruv let's cook come let's cook
Ate 'em all cooked