Jam Baxter, Ramson Badbonez - Gourmet Flesh lyrics

One thousand banshees in
Armoured Jeeps screaming
Couldn't wake me up from this
Dreamin’ to weave him
With these bleak evenings
Between these barriers
Fleeing the Jeep chariots
We the disease carriers
Cassius Clay when we box
Beats like brothel whores
Tomahawk missiles spray gristle
Slang commodore
What a war son, one rotten forked tongue
Done a rocket, all lies suck it
Got 'em all spun
Still blinding, the stock high hybrid
The sea of rhyme psychic minds in tight vices
The sky high mileage
The well travelled brain stems
Days unparalleled, gold lips spray gems
All over some crystal, the alternate minstrel


Clutching at sun beams and gold in a fistful
The ultimate ritual, the gully side of normal
I'd rather be a corpse than
A rully eyed immortal

Yeah, yeah it's all good I guess
It all makes sense now
Man's yammin' on some gourmet flesh now
And once wondrous all play dead now
They're tryna tell me that it's
All in my head now
Yeah, I guess it all seems perfect
And if you let 'em treat you
Like a chief you deserve it
One blitz brer freezing in a furnace
One kid scared bleeding in a skirmish

As I bring it back
With maximum impact when I interact
Flipping like a brass aristocrat
When the symbols crash
Dashing funny types with the
Iron monkey stripes
Rhyme fakers vapourize five hundred at a time
Trying to fight this mega-gator
Bussing out the incubator
All hail the devastator
Headless raider, known to the grader
Rep of a stranger heavy blazer set to escape
The mystical manger bunches of cut throats
Thugs own the drug zones and
Peace and love is unknown
With a lust to bust chrome
Rough folks with tough tones
Bunning down Marleys
That cost loads saying fuck
Those fucking federalis
My art is basic as Lego and meccano
Holding arms in guitar cases
Like the Desperados
Calve the back of a rappers neck
We set the bar cold
A heavy cargo full of arseholes
Check the news flash
Do the blinding true facts when
I tear these group
Acts a new gash like giant zoo cats
And who's that cooking up the roast eggs
Fumigating known stench, putrid
Rank and grotesque
Death becomes her in a text of one word
And any drunk scum who drinks
The blood becomes turned
Badbonez and Jam Baxter dashing
Blue cracks of wraps
Slackers like a boomerang that's
Coming back atcha!

Yeah, yeah it's all good I guess
It all makes sense now
Mans yamming on some gourmet flesh now
The once wondrous all play dead now
They're pranging out because the
War paints fresh now
Yeah, I guess it all seems perfect
And if you let 'em treat you
Like a chief you deserve it
One blitz brer freezing in a furnace
One kid scared bleeding in a skirmish

Yeah sit there
Blitz brer chilling on the blocks of ice
Dropping like cluster bombs
Summers off sorry guys
Check back next year, the kids wet red tears
Pneumatic drills to their dreams
Through the left ear gets weird
Treading crushed armour in this stale hell
The age old tail of the
Trainer and the snail shell
Spring the brain from it's jail cell
I guess they're all good cause
All's well that fails well
Right stick and move, police he figured too
A diagram depicting a kid caught
In a pincer move
Pick a new path and find they
All lead to the same place a war scene
Not for the small screen and it ain't safe
Born leading the space race
The rocket tears forgot to steer
And burst into blistering bit's burning
What career?
So watch me commandeer every rotting
Year and yam 'em all
Your lack of passion called
It said watch out for the cannon balls
It said watch out for the cannon balls yeah