[Intro]
Eric! Wake the baby!
Tell him it's a disco
[Jam Baxter]
Yeah, look
Feeling like a lit vat of gasoline
Printed on the centrefold of Live Lavish magazine
I roll to the club clad in black and burning fabric
Same blank expression like I haven't learned your language
I watch him fail at every human interaction
His eyes clutch at every single shimmering distraction
Body like a badly built and spluttering contraption
It's piloted by two village idiots in tandem
I left the bashment as a melted action figure of myself
And drank a mixture of exceptional strength
My smart face exudes sweet and delectable stench
Stop bothering you're conceptually spent
Now screaming in the wings, now bitching at the back
I spent my whole summer flicking ciggies off the map
Ping 'em off the walls, let society collapse
When the rising heat reveals you built your movement out of wax
[Chorus]
I swear to god you pricks can't tell me how to rap
I'm like nah!
Bitch don't tell me how to act
I'm like nah!
You're one step away from a slap
I'm like nah! Nah! Nah! Nah! Nah!
So I'm like prick can't tell me how to move
I'm like nah!
Bitch I got nothing to prove
I'm like nah!
You ain't confiscating my booze
I'm like nah! Nah! Nah! Nah! Nah!
[Dabbla]
I'm getting more horny
Swapping war stories
Dick like Gonzo's nose and it talk for me
Make her walk poorly
I like my pork saucy
You play the sport sorely
Plus you'll never short-straw me
Up in the court scrawny
Middle finger raised
Eyes like a tampon
Hit the drink for days
Swaying but I stand strong
Still pissing flames
The whole fam is jambon
Play a different game
Half a dozen man strong
Twenty vodkas deep
Neat dipping in and out of sleep
Can you feel the beat?
Very problematic
Probably lick you in your forehead like a rubber bullet
Just for fucking looking at it
Quick fetch the stethoscope and the nebuliser
Failed the breathalyser
Shit, I didn't recognise you
This is my story and all of it is real
Take it how you wanna take it
Fuck how you feel!
[Chorus]
Prick can't tell me how to move
I'm like nah!
Bitch I got nothing to prove
I'm like nah!
You ain't confiscating my booze
I'm like nah! Nah! Nah! Nah! Nah!
I swear to god you pricks can't tell me how to rap
I'm like nah!
Bitch don't tell me how to act
I'm like nah!
You're one step away from a slap
I'm like nah! Nah! Nah! Nah! Nah!
[Dabbla]
Now tell 'em your favourite rapper's here
I wanna see Jam Baxter in an aquasphere
Steamrolling over a couple of thousand odd screaming supporters all willing to launch us out of the stratosphere
[Jam Baxter]
I sit gormless
Gripped by a lack of fear
The screams left him with a blue and blood spattered dear
Wrapped to your disfigured replicas of relatives
Shackled to each other like a pack of jewellery fetishists
[Dabbla]
Rummaging through your delicates
Carving a couple slugs
I'm in a target rich environment
Starving you little mugs
When we was growing up and started going out and clubbing
We weren't taking fucking selfies
We were taking drugs!
[Ah you want something to help keep you awake?]
[Chorus]
I swear to god you pricks can't tell me how to rap
I'm like nah!
Bitch don't tell me how to act
I'm like nah!
You're one step away from a slap
I'm like nah! Nah! Nah! Nah! Nah!
So I'm like prick can't tell me how to move
I'm like nah!
Bitch I got nothing to prove
I'm like nah!
You ain't confiscating my booze
I'm like nah! Nah! Nah! Nah! Nah!
[Jam Baxter]
Yeah! Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah - yeah nah, yeah, yeah