Jam Baxter, Dabbla - Eggs lyrics
Jam Baxter
[Jam Baxter, Dabbla - Eggs lyrics]
If a clown can bake a pie full
Of flies in his house today
And sell slimy slices for a fiver
To a crowd of apes
Then I can fry an egg and call
It God if I want to
Sunny side down, trodden
Scoff it like it's mangetout
Puke that straight up and shot
It like a nine bar
Scoop the remains up and flog
It like it's fine art
It's all in the name son
It's all just the same young sir
Just words I'm contorting to shapes
Some days seem stranger than
Fiction can ever be
Especially when I've been yammin' trips
With my breakfast tea so I was like boom
What's with the snake skin?
Better keep schtum, the Gods are deflating
That shoe for the mountains
Views are astounding
Loose in the cloud where
The monsters are waiting dead flesh fading
What's that curling around my spine
Like hot crack burning
Swamp rat vermin emerging again
Better boot out now to return to the end
Like rah what a super-stellar par
View forever shrink into a single second
Misdirect 'em through the centre
Futures never happen like the maggots
Might like 'em to
One day you're chewing wounds the next
That's what you're obliged to do
If I were you I wouldn't take it
Burn your allegiance, lie to their faces
Gather that up
Slappin' that sludge on the skyline
Look man's finally made it, high rise mazes
What's that snaking around his tongue
Better watch man changing
Combat training, dead man dancing
Squash that craving, let's get marching
It's like my girl's parallel parking
Shit's never gonna fit so I squeeze in
Release from the belly of the beast
I be banging on my chest and
You'd best to believe it
Swinging from the rooftop baby
Hanging out on the porch all evening
Bangin' on a big fat hootenanny
With a granny in the lap
Lean all up in the cup like (Where?)
Smoke all in the (Air)
That's the way I'm staying
Listen what I'm saying
Day in day out we ain't playing
They should weigh their options while they
Got em or get took apart
Man ain't got no business looking
Hard you little pussyclart
All I wanna do is reel these bars off
Philly B on the beat man I pull it up
And you'd better be ready for the blast off
Me and Jam on the ting we put it up
So high I'll be laughing my ass off
Looking down on the Earth like (is it?)
With a broke leg trying to get it cast off
Plus you don't wanna blink you'll (miss it)
My demographic is ecstasy mixed with acid
And a bit of psilocybin all
Crammed in one tablet
Raid your drinks cabinet
Steal your mum's jam jar
Go out on a drug-fueled
Frenzy filled with anger
Blame it on grandpa, you know what he's like
Easy with a bag of weezy
Sleazy on the peace pipe
Freezing on the beats like
They call it cold fronts
Stacking so much paper mate should
Get yourself a hole punch
And a bag of golf clubs
Long range when I get my pace on
Now they're saying to get my skates on
What I'm saying is I care not for some
Paper with an old lady's face on
Straight up, let me deal with the ting though
Wagwaan gringo chuckin' motherfuckers
Out the window
Rappers can't deal with the lingo
Pulling out bars like nobody's business
Killing MC's on the daily
Make a pig's ear with a dog's
Dinner when I come through
Make your whole crew go crazy
Make your old dear have a blue baby
It's the LDZ fam, look it up
And you don't wanna see my zoot turn shady
So, it's back to the book now, cook it up
Yeah, back to the book
Next chapter, land of the crooks
Trapped in the woods, I'm ascending
Bredren, who's that gremlin
Stamping his foot, look
Watch and burn
Get out the way man we want 'em first
All of the intricacies in my world all
Merge into one long constant verse
Slapped by a demon
I'm so high I can actually see them
It's angling season, hook line sinker
I got them, now I gotta actually eat them
So when I say that blind faith is a bitch
Next man think I'm taking the piss
So I'ma just sit back shaking and shit
When really all I wanna say to 'em is
If a clown can bake a pie full
Of vibes in his house today
And sell the grimmest ones for fifty
Nugs to a crowd of snakes
Then we can fry some eggs and call
'em gods if we want to
And serve 'em with a crown of thorns
Swimming in some fondue
Of flies in his house today
And sell slimy slices for a fiver
To a crowd of apes
Then I can fry an egg and call
It God if I want to
Sunny side down, trodden
Scoff it like it's mangetout
Puke that straight up and shot
It like a nine bar
Scoop the remains up and flog
It like it's fine art
It's all in the name son
It's all just the same young sir
Just words I'm contorting to shapes
Some days seem stranger than
Fiction can ever be
Especially when I've been yammin' trips
With my breakfast tea so I was like boom
What's with the snake skin?
Better keep schtum, the Gods are deflating
That shoe for the mountains
Views are astounding
Loose in the cloud where
The monsters are waiting dead flesh fading
What's that curling around my spine
Like hot crack burning
Swamp rat vermin emerging again
Better boot out now to return to the end
Like rah what a super-stellar par
View forever shrink into a single second
Misdirect 'em through the centre
Futures never happen like the maggots
Might like 'em to
One day you're chewing wounds the next
That's what you're obliged to do
If I were you I wouldn't take it
Burn your allegiance, lie to their faces
Gather that up
Slappin' that sludge on the skyline
Look man's finally made it, high rise mazes
What's that snaking around his tongue
Better watch man changing
Combat training, dead man dancing
Squash that craving, let's get marching
It's like my girl's parallel parking
Shit's never gonna fit so I squeeze in
Release from the belly of the beast
I be banging on my chest and
You'd best to believe it
Swinging from the rooftop baby
Hanging out on the porch all evening
Bangin' on a big fat hootenanny
With a granny in the lap
Lean all up in the cup like (Where?)
Smoke all in the (Air)
That's the way I'm staying
Listen what I'm saying
Day in day out we ain't playing
They should weigh their options while they
Got em or get took apart
Man ain't got no business looking
Hard you little pussyclart
All I wanna do is reel these bars off
Philly B on the beat man I pull it up
And you'd better be ready for the blast off
Me and Jam on the ting we put it up
So high I'll be laughing my ass off
Looking down on the Earth like (is it?)
With a broke leg trying to get it cast off
Plus you don't wanna blink you'll (miss it)
My demographic is ecstasy mixed with acid
And a bit of psilocybin all
Crammed in one tablet
Raid your drinks cabinet
Steal your mum's jam jar
Go out on a drug-fueled
Frenzy filled with anger
Blame it on grandpa, you know what he's like
Easy with a bag of weezy
Sleazy on the peace pipe
Freezing on the beats like
They call it cold fronts
Stacking so much paper mate should
Get yourself a hole punch
And a bag of golf clubs
Long range when I get my pace on
Now they're saying to get my skates on
What I'm saying is I care not for some
Paper with an old lady's face on
Straight up, let me deal with the ting though
Wagwaan gringo chuckin' motherfuckers
Out the window
Rappers can't deal with the lingo
Pulling out bars like nobody's business
Killing MC's on the daily
Make a pig's ear with a dog's
Dinner when I come through
Make your whole crew go crazy
Make your old dear have a blue baby
It's the LDZ fam, look it up
And you don't wanna see my zoot turn shady
So, it's back to the book now, cook it up
Yeah, back to the book
Next chapter, land of the crooks
Trapped in the woods, I'm ascending
Bredren, who's that gremlin
Stamping his foot, look
Watch and burn
Get out the way man we want 'em first
All of the intricacies in my world all
Merge into one long constant verse
Slapped by a demon
I'm so high I can actually see them
It's angling season, hook line sinker
I got them, now I gotta actually eat them
So when I say that blind faith is a bitch
Next man think I'm taking the piss
So I'ma just sit back shaking and shit
When really all I wanna say to 'em is
If a clown can bake a pie full
Of vibes in his house today
And sell the grimmest ones for fifty
Nugs to a crowd of snakes
Then we can fry some eggs and call
'em gods if we want to
And serve 'em with a crown of thorns
Swimming in some fondue