Lyrics Infinite Limousine Pile Up - Dead Players, Jam Baxter, Dabbla

Infinite Limousine Pile Up

When I bust, I never let the dust settle
Let 'em all rust with the crushed metal
Now they wantin me to kill it on another level
Is it really just did it whatcha want a medal
I want a little figurine with the middle finger in the air
And the other hands on my balls
In a magazine with a free CD giveaway
And give a fuck about anybody in a way
Take it to the next level of taking the piss
Cause anybody who’s anybody is waitin for this
You can bet your fuckin nelly I come with the goods
Take my time when I aim and I ain’t gonna miss
Blam, you’re whole fam look Disney
You’ll be elbowing man like Isny
So gully so HAM so grisly
Blud you’re about as deep as a frisbee
Yeah, I tell em its deadlocked now
Eatin the earth while the rest cotch out
They’re asleep in a freefall head gone south
In a bedsit trapped in a dead dog’s mouth
I’m gassed out my brains, I’m ballooning
I award you a fate of your choosing
I been in flight straight up cruising
Come a new face and I met that new ting
She looks deep in my eyes says tie me up
And she cums eight times every time we fuck
And I spent two years in a sea of dead gash
On a worldwide smash with a fiery gut
So yep, guess she’s a keeper
I be at the back creepin demeanor
Man still mashed, deep in the ether
Still wake up with extreme amnesia
Out of town girls love Birmingham accents
When i’m in the rave all I get is harassment
Skinny likkle white boy skankin to bashment
I put in the work when the mandem are absent
I don’t MC just to get a reaction
I get out of bed and I’m ready for action
Got a bad bitch in Southampton
That wants to come party with the mandem
And if I wanna beat but I don’t wanna bingy
Man’ll draw for the rubber dinghy
I know bare brum gyal wanna link me
Like wallpaper they wanna strip me
She says she’s tipsy off the whiskey
Now I’m in the DJ with a rice krispie
Got a bad bitch tryna move kinky
Cause I’m on the TV like Tinky Winky
Yeah
Tell a man don’t look down
Don’t look skyward don’t look round
Close them eyelids hold this sound
Just bop that head when the O’s in town
Are ya mad?
Now cuz I’m rollin pounds
Unknowns wanna act like they’re rollin now
Are ya dumb though?
I don’t even know this clown
But you text man’s phone like I owe him sounds
Nah nah, you’re in a league of your own
And our league’s pure don-ery
And I couldn’t have said it with more modesty
They lovin every second we killin it more properly
Sox already said we on telly that Tinky winky
We be rollin with tellytubbies be puffin on sticky icky
Niggas be movin that poppa docky they chokin whenever tokin on piffy oh what a
pity
You ain’t gassed, you ain’t sick
Get the side-man salad in your plate real quick
Ill’s from PC in your grandma’s pantry
Dressed like a pirate, overly swag
Your girl heard my voice now it’s stuck in her head
She moans in her sleep and wets up the bed
So don’t be a plonker, don’t be a prat
Cause I’ll flykick your nan into a wardrobe fam
Mad, mental, yep that’s me
I-Double L-A-M-A-N, in the kebab shop daily
Boxin' meat, no chips, no pitta
With the beard on fleek
I go in, like really in
Like deep-pore cleansing skin-conditioning anti-bacterial facewash tings
Get rid of that shit that’s naffing long!
Ah!
I’m like put 'em in the boot
If a guy tests I’mma put 'em in the boot
Come against me and I’mma put you in a headlock
Deadlocked, Peak yeah I’m comin for your loot
Yeah I’m coming for your creps, chains, gyal and you’ll see
If manna wanna test then i’m whetting up your crew
Breddas tryna bring it to the team on a sly one
My don i’ma get live in the booth
And I put 'em in the boot of my car
Headin for the peak district its not far
Me and Jam Baxter the leanup ting still focused
Dabs on the cleanup ting it’s not a parr
That’s teamwork fam
Sox double edge and we cleanup fam
Back to the mad man, a real badman
Its real like man I’m getting keyed up I ain’t tryna hear that fam