Jam Baxter - Grenadier lyrics
Jam Baxter
[Jam Baxter - Grenadier lyrics]
Yes yes jam's
Oi the mighty tidal wave of saliva minus
Spray gets higher by the day
So why try to stay on the right
Side of sane than my blinding rage
So when I fire my grenade i'm
Pullin a pin and flinging it
You can't swing a miss and then prickle
And the winner is?
Baxter lizard skin lyricist
Slivering a pit of your rinky dink limericks
Chippin at the chrysalids
Born with a pen and pad
Swimmin in the river styx
Snorkel to hell and back
Now I walk with a sword and a treasure map
Drawn to the desert like a whore
To the smell of crack
Pourin with sweat and that dark
Red blood I bleed half dead spittin till my
Last breath struggles free
And now I laugh at your
Far fetched fucking dreams
Since a grubby teen on a
Park bench bunnin green
I spat gutter steeze nothing but truth
Nothing that crews can touch I
Got nothing to prove
Gushing the news in roughness
And guzzling booze
Fuck it just loop some drums and
I'll jump in the booth like
It's like it's like, yo
Man i'm used to my mood swinging
And I move with a few screws
Loose and a few missing
Still running from my life
With my shoes slippin
Still buzzin like the flies
In my soup spinnin who's winnin
You him or myself time tells
Minute hand tickin as the
Bigger mans mind swells
On my sizable mind's were the rhymes dwell
Sat in straight jackets in their
Safe padded white cells
That why my rhymes smell of
Blood stained mad men
Escaping my fat wet brain spittin that phlegm
Jacob my damn head stages the crack den
When thoughts get mashed out
Their faces and transcend
Space time insanity rape mic's fanatically
I'm raising my cane
My brain writes mechanically
Take flights and rap till my
Brain rives in agony just another day in the
Strange life of Jamothy
I sit in a large darkened room
In a last chance saloon
On a graveyard littered with
Half mastered tunes with star charse'd rooms
My palms spark the roots
To the roots of a starvin art passin zoots
With a large cast a goons
A bag of sharp bars
Like we store smashed bottles in
The back of our hearts
When the avalanche starts the avatars dance
As I rap to your tattered
Flags hanga half mars
I lack the hard graft of
This rappin lark style
With a fat mass of cattle
On this abattoir march
Man this planet can't last like
Drugs in the waist cotch
Take off drunk in my rusty escape pod cP
Cut from the same cloth
Wain from the same ounce
Stung by the same wasp facin the grey cloud
Trust I'ma stay hot
One foot skank on the sun till the rain stops
Yeah till the rain stops
Till the rain stops
Waste not one not you want what you ain't got
Waste not one not you want what you ain't got
What? Nothing
Oi the mighty tidal wave of saliva minus
Spray gets higher by the day
So why try to stay on the right
Side of sane than my blinding rage
So when I fire my grenade i'm
Pullin a pin and flinging it
You can't swing a miss and then prickle
And the winner is?
Baxter lizard skin lyricist
Slivering a pit of your rinky dink limericks
Chippin at the chrysalids
Born with a pen and pad
Swimmin in the river styx
Snorkel to hell and back
Now I walk with a sword and a treasure map
Drawn to the desert like a whore
To the smell of crack
Pourin with sweat and that dark
Red blood I bleed half dead spittin till my
Last breath struggles free
And now I laugh at your
Far fetched fucking dreams
Since a grubby teen on a
Park bench bunnin green
I spat gutter steeze nothing but truth
Nothing that crews can touch I
Got nothing to prove
Gushing the news in roughness
And guzzling booze
Fuck it just loop some drums and
I'll jump in the booth like
It's like it's like, yo
Man i'm used to my mood swinging
And I move with a few screws
Loose and a few missing
Still running from my life
With my shoes slippin
Still buzzin like the flies
In my soup spinnin who's winnin
You him or myself time tells
Minute hand tickin as the
Bigger mans mind swells
On my sizable mind's were the rhymes dwell
Sat in straight jackets in their
Safe padded white cells
That why my rhymes smell of
Blood stained mad men
Escaping my fat wet brain spittin that phlegm
Jacob my damn head stages the crack den
When thoughts get mashed out
Their faces and transcend
Space time insanity rape mic's fanatically
I'm raising my cane
My brain writes mechanically
Take flights and rap till my
Brain rives in agony just another day in the
Strange life of Jamothy
I sit in a large darkened room
In a last chance saloon
On a graveyard littered with
Half mastered tunes with star charse'd rooms
My palms spark the roots
To the roots of a starvin art passin zoots
With a large cast a goons
A bag of sharp bars
Like we store smashed bottles in
The back of our hearts
When the avalanche starts the avatars dance
As I rap to your tattered
Flags hanga half mars
I lack the hard graft of
This rappin lark style
With a fat mass of cattle
On this abattoir march
Man this planet can't last like
Drugs in the waist cotch
Take off drunk in my rusty escape pod cP
Cut from the same cloth
Wain from the same ounce
Stung by the same wasp facin the grey cloud
Trust I'ma stay hot
One foot skank on the sun till the rain stops
Yeah till the rain stops
Till the rain stops
Waste not one not you want what you ain't got
Waste not one not you want what you ain't got
What? Nothing