| Still got the six legged beast in my ear
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| All piling up and I’m just leaving them here
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| My finger slipped and I deleted the year
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| Shut your eyes and the streets will appear
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| We spent your nights surrounded by screaming toddlers
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| With little toy dinosaurs lodged in your esophagus
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| Trying to mute the murmurs of these Xanny brick philosophers
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| Stubby legs restrained by a hundred screaming officers
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| I’ve always been the kid, with the melting burning body
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| With a bag of Polish vodka strolling out the Turkish offy
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| Got gremlins in my skull around the clock working on me
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| While the devil in an apron does the rounds serving coffee
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| It’s like dark past, dig it up, scrub it down, pure smut
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| One man sweatshop, sewing every jaw shut
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| The games like, one of them, weird chicks we all fuck
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| Sit back, feel the rush, drugs like a warm hug
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| Yeah… You were cemented as a goon
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| Since the womb coughed you out into the tentacles of doom
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| And that giant shiny fishhook descended from the moon
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| Wormed its way into your jaws and then swept you from the room
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| Yeah
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| These cunts all came at once
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| Stood my ground it was your choice to flee
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| The fuel gauges all point to E
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| You’re all Wimbledon ball boys to me
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| They came fresh from a string of their poor performances
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| I’m struggling to bank all the fivers I snort your auras with
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| And I don’t care how many little children sing your choruses
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| We liquidise them all and spit them out into an orphanage
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| Fuck it all, back me on a couple more shots
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| You learn to love the taste of warm blood in your scotch
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| All my villains keep your head, protect your skull at all costs
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| And I’d tell you I love you but the drugs have worn off
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| I’ve figured out the trick to everlasting mental health
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| And it’s if you go insane abroad don’t film it all yourself
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| Spend a couple missing months becoming someone else
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| Sneaking off into the pharmacy to clear a whole shelf
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| …yeah. |
| Stationary passengers speed by
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| The young child empties a uzi in each eye
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| The message on the giant blimp circling the game read
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| «Cough up. |
| No such thing as a free high»
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| For real? |
| Well, pour me out the rest of your reserves
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| Rack your rations up and stick a couple ounces on my tab
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| I said it with a sense of false entitlement bred
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| Like a bulging eyed Chihuahua in a thousand dollar bag
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| You were just a prune fingered thief in every shoobs
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| Sneaking up behind the crew to jack your head up off your neck
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| And I was in the airborne regiment freefalling through the roof
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| To bodyslam your record off the deck…
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| Still got the six legged beast in my ear
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| All piling up and I’m just leaving them here
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| My finger slipped and I deleted a year
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| Shut your eyes and the streets will appear |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bodyslam , by - Jam Baxter. Song from the album Touching Scenes, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп