Jam Baxter - Hellathon lyrics

I rushed in on the ground floor
Swinging my south paw
Thought I’d escaped from
The criminals outdoors
Swore I was safe when a sinister sound caused
My ears to bleed in a militant downpour
And as they pissed hundreds
Of litres of blood
I nearly slipped up from the
Speed of the flood
When a demon encrusted with leeches and pus
Starts screaming and beating my
Feet into mush
Quick tings I rip my teeth from my gums
Just to stab to him in
His creature-ous features and run
But my feet have become
‘nuff burnt and infected
Septic and spurting with curdling red shit
Grabbing loose flesh and
Some dirty intestines
I fashion new legs started
Searching for exit's turned to the left when
The worms I’d ingested
Dispersed from my neck where
My sternum connected

And I was like FUCK dussin’ up to the first
Floor clutching my guts
Banging at the door sat there rusted and shut
But, I spat a raw bar and it crumbled to dust
The whole room was strange and
It stunk of the musk
Of some old tuna steak plus fungus and lust
Heard a thundering crunch
Chundered my lunch in disgust
What the fuck is that?
What the fuck is that?!
Fuck…that is butters

It’s every girl I’ve ever banged in
The world and never rang
All forced in a monster of dirty messy flange
So I bun eleven grams of
Some dirty smelly ganj
Tryna fumigate the room but that
Weren’t a heavy plan
Cos I’m lean now, boss I’m wax on wax off
Plugged up the gash with
Some tampons dashed off
Whipped out my brick and dialed 999
But the voice on the line
Screamed ‘DIE DIE DIE!’
I thought, rah I’ll ring Ronnie
And if he’s still alive, tell him
Bring a kitchen knife and then
Swing for his frigging life
But, I couldn’t speak with my
Toothless mouth it’s like

Whagwan you stupid clown?
Look I’m tryna dig this groupie out
What the fuck you hoovered down?

Man I was trying to explain
All the fuckery before

But suddenly he paused, like

Bruv, there’s someone at the door
It better be that scummy
Motherfucker with my draw
Or I’m bussin’ up his jaw, no long
Huh, I’m gonna get the door, hold on

Ruhhh, they got to him too
Fuck it I’ll get over it, Hieronymus who?
I got boppin’ to do, through this ominous goo
Stuck my guts back in with a bottle of glue
I gotta boom
Straight duss to the second floor
Met by a sweaty severed head by a metal door
Retching with seven doors slobbering slush
Vomiting bugs and slop from acuminous slugs
And if that wasn’t enough
Swaying from the ceiling
Were forty-four corpses dripping
And congealing
Pickling and bleeding, reach for my spine
Ripped at the leeches and beetles and flies
As the insects ran back to the nest
Bun rounds saw Ron Bosh back from the dead
But the man was possessed
On some Dracula flex
With his face hanging off and
Mad scabs on his flesh
Got an axe to my neck and
There’s crabs in my crepes
And a rancid tarantula clamped to my chest
I tried to black but collapsed as he said
Fuck you jam baxter you’re dead!