| Yo. |
| My mouth keeps running
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| Centipede lips, ton of skinny legs bugging
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| Out of work clowns in London town blubbing
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| Must be the reason your house keeps flooding
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| …yeah you can blame the burst pipes
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| I blame the fact you think bliss is your birth right
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| He went from a raven on his first flight
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| To racing the devil on a dirt bike
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| I got my betting slip two to one
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| Rinsed all the winnings on juice and rum
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| Yeah, wear your fatigues bruv to shoot your gun
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| And you can ruminate on what you’ve become, but
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| Fuck the state of the nation
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| Kill the shoobs dead, take the payment
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| Another day anther stage invasion
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| They’re prang cuz their grave awaits them
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| …I just sit and ponder
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| My opening gambit to say to Satan
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| Yeah take a statement. |
| Take a statement
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| All of our stories corroborate, that’s how we operate
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| Sit back, watch the universe oscillate
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| Fully fledged insect organs that pollinate
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| Little saggy faced pigs to sting
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| This is some fucked up dive that I’m drinking in
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| Saw your skin in real time all wrinkling
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| Like time lapse footage of an injured king
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| Last night I had the time of my life…
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| I can’t remember a single thing
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| Must have been sick, drunk slumped in a ditch
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| Bugs munching my lips. |
| Instant win
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| Yeah… Sing your hymns
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| You still batter your wife with ballistic limbs
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| So I admire your crimson wings
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| Your gruesome hooves and your twisted grin
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| I sprinted in Linford Christie
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| Just to tell you I’d rinsed your gin
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| Every last drop fuck apologies now…
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| Land of now…
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| Invader Soi dogs howling…
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| I was sat on Soi 38 growling…
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| When I leave earth I’m taking it with me
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| Crawl out course through the veins of the city
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| Life’ll melt your face in a jiffy
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| A damp sponge force fed a plate full of chilli
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| Simultaneously lazy and busy
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| Spent it all, what a shame, what a pity
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| I hit Caesar’s Palace got gassed
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| Pulled four aces out and ran away with the kitty
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| This shits trippy, how many have I had?
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| Legs like jelly at the jam
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| Limbs like spaghetti, white tenner in my hand
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| Kicked out, started a rebellion and ran
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| What? |
| I perform a poor impression of a man
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| Start afresh, get as messy as I can
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| What? |
| The chef’s special was inedible
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| But the stir fried humans were incredible
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| Every last drop fuck apologies now…
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| Land of now…
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| Invader Soi dogs howling…
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| I was sat on Soi 38 growling…
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| In that operating theatre, Dr Wilder Penfield would er… perform his brain
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| surgery
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| He would er… cut the skin. |
| Pull. |
| Take the skin flap back, roll it back.
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| He would then literally remove the skull, the top part of the skull.
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| Patient all this time is under a local anaesthetic, completely conscious
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| And there was the surface of the brain, visible right in front of our eyes.
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| I had a bunch of electrodes and then we stimulate the temporal lobe.
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| And then they would be transported into Africa or something, and they remember
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| some experience they had many, many years ago. |
| And it would be very vivid to
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| them just like a dream
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| NOW… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Soi Dog , by - Jam Baxter. Song from the album Mansion 38, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп