[Verse 1]

My smouldering eyeballs spun right round

A hundred yard dash for your gums right now

All of your teeth rock spandex shorts

And a sweatband tongue hanging upside down

His mouth came fresh from interpretive dance class

All decked out in his floral prints

Stubby little thumbs tryna call your links

Whole chat dead, born extinct

I witnessed your monologue start with a smugness that I reserve for you

Tongue like an old antennae you built to broadcast the shit you're working through

Shoutout to your captive audience

Feet nailed down, too mashed to walk bruv

I don't wanna hear your spiritual trap

Stop tryna draw gash with that chakra talk

I'm a, cynical bastard, cynical G

Still too plastered to give еm all grief

Is that your heart or a strip of raw beef?

Last night's drama is still in your teeth

This year's tragеdy seems like some pissed off teenage sister shit

Your eyes might bulge and your limbs'll twitch when I pluck your gums out with my fingertips

[Chorus]

All that your forehead's missing is a bright red mute button (mute button, mute button, mute button)

All that I'm missing is a dead man's tongue (tongue)

All that your forehead's missing is a bright red mute button (mute button, mute button, mute button)

All that I'm missing is a dead man's tongue

[Verse 2]

You felt the burn of a cliched heatwave

All night long he replays the message

Mouth doing the rounds, spewing a cloud of crusty "G's", "A's" and "S's"

And we don't wanna hear it, hear it

Keep yourself sellotaped up

Cos your stretched out jaws that encircle the earth are the reason I never say much

All it took was a bump of beak to get an hour long gassed up drunken speech

And I heard this one for a month at least

Ten paces apart on a dusty street

I screamed, "draw"

One thousand shots to the jaw

Never saw it coming

I woke up drunk in a bath with this bitch to the sound of the same gums running

Tryna preach the gospel with a nostril blocked with blood and phlegm

Keeps threatening to leave as we all wonder when

You're tryna run a hundred metres with that tongue again

Surprise, surprise, I don't give a fuck again

[Chorus]

All that your forehead's missing is a bright red mute button (mute button, mute button, mute button)

All that I'm missing is a dead man's tongue (tongue)

All that your forehead's missing is a bright red mute button (mute button, mute button, mute button)

All that I'm missing is a dead man's tongue