(Verse 1 – Jam Baxter)

I will rest upon that warm sack of laurels

My eyes matching my complete lack of morals

My doppelganger quarrels with forgotten plastic models

While I flip out the back, light a bat and grab the bottles

A string of huge gamble in a gothic church

The priest that want your life just bowled out screaming

What’s it worth?

And I can chase that fucker ‘til he’s finished

I just need a couple minutes and a double gin and tonic first

Right now, I’m still on that fuck em up now shit

Half lit, half crisp, young and run down shit

These empty streets got the whole team surrounded

I lost track on how many escape routes I counted

Wake up, their dreams were never yours

Pick a plight and back it

Pull your curtain back and beg a cause

Pissed cause you lack a bag of gods to build a temple for

And all your suits of armour stay folded in a chest of draws

And you might of seen me racking up a slug or two

But I ain't gotta slither up and glorify your drugs for you

Cold crushed in corners, gums gassing ‘bout that real flake

Real bait, see you next year in a real state

As your skull assess the damages and twitched

It was broadcast on every damn channel in the bits

Just a kid inspected ruins, spew and bile at every camera

This is prime time viewing, pick your favourite jaded actor

(Chorus)

Yeah

I called the gods and left It ringing, ringing

I insight riots for a living

Come sell your skull and make a killing

Killing, killing, killing, killing, killing, killing

My steaming ears are still ringing, ringing

I burn down cities for a living

Come sell your tongue and make a killing

Killing, killing, killing, killing, killing, killing

Killing, killing, killing, killing, killing, killing

(Verse 2 – Dabbla)

This is artistic licence to get absolutely fucked out my face

The ego just snucked out his place

Tightly mashed down the name you trusted, got the game disgusted

And what you’re tasting Is a different type of flavoured mustard

The shit I laced it up with, caused a major fuckrie

Leave you facing upwards dealing with it so abruptly

Things are going lovely, thanks for fucking asking

Get the place erupting now the flames are everlasting

And yeah I’ll have them flabbergasted, leave your face adjusted

Keep them sniffing around my shit I’ll have your nasal busted

Skip a couple pages, keep the table dusted

We got them dutty flavours, I heard your label loves it

I be like fuck the neighbours, allow my name in public

The way I move is dangerous, they wanna change the subject

Your days are number, big kleptomaniac

Control Alt Delete, creeping up on what I'm aiming at

(Chorus)

Yeah

I called the gods and left It ringing, ringing

I insight riots for a living

Come sell your skull and make a killing

Killing, killing, killing, killing, killing, killing

My steaming ears are still ringing, ringing

I burn down cities for a living

Come sell your tongue and make a killing

Killing, killing, killing, killing, killing, killing

Killing, killing, killing, killing, killing, killing