Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Knee In Face, artist - Jam Baxter.
Date of issue: 31.01.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Knee In Face |
I was just a kid getting gassy on tour |
aside for a little eyesore |
I’mma feed the crowd to this pack of wild boar |
And gave 'em all my organs and still they want more |
Walk onstage tell these bitches, 'Bonjour' |
Stare at 'em in silence do a triple encore |
Oh you want money, is it is it, what for? |
This bitch is in my bits, I’mma give her what for |
I’m sure you’ve got a shank hidden in the top drawer |
I’m sure you’ve got a mansion, and it’s hidden offshore |
Stop winking in the mirror, Monsieur |
Why you pissing out your little box for, little kitty? |
Too much cash up in this kitty |
I swear this rap shit’s just getting silly |
They want me to hold my tongue in my city… nah |
Yeah, so, out to the real ones who stuck with me |
Nothing like being this evil in good company |
Now we’re sitting comfortably (I swear we fucking run this shit) |
I exclaim drunkenly |
Stormed off angrily |
Now I’m fishing for these lobsters out in Tuscany |
Screaming 'Someone save me from my lazy life of luxury' (save me) |
Doesn’t this dirt just suit me wonderfully? |
(Yes) |
I said, 'Doesn't this dirt just suit me wonderfully?' |
(Yes) |
La, la, la, la |
La, la, la, la |
La, la, la, la |
La, la, la, la |
La, la, la, la |
I was just a child getting grubby outside |
There’s a lot of mud splattered on your butters, brown eyes |
Saw the blood spatters on the gutters round mine |
I’mma wash it down with a jug of house wine |
Caught my reflection in the rioja |
Rolled the ladder off the roof and descended into the horror |
Horror, make me a better offer |
Blasting the liquor off of my skin with a pressure washer |
Woke up surrounded by witches with crooked lips, I said |
'Whose hotel room is this?' |
They wouldn’t snitch, I |
Chased them out the Radisson lobby and shook my fist (oi) |
With everything I’ve done it’s a wonder I’m looking crisp |
My days come in an impressive range of flavours |
Turn this sleepy town into a thousand flaming acres (burn it) |
Look, kids, we made the papers! |
(Hey children) Yeah |
Look, kids, we made the papers! |