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letra de nah - dead players

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[intro]
[eric! wake the baby!
tell him its a disco]

[jam baxter]
yeah
feeling like a lit vat of gasoline
printed on the centrefold of live lavish magazine
i roll to the club clouding 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
its 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 b-tching at the back
i spent my whole summer flicking cities off the map
ping ’em off the walls let society collapse
when the rising heat reveals you build your movement out of wax

[chorus]
i swear to god you pr-cks can’t tell me how to rap
i’m like nah!
b-tch 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 pr-ck can’t tell me how to move
i’m like nah!
b-tch 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 h-rny
swapping war stories
d-ck 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 p-ssing 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 f-cking looking at it
quick fetch the stethoscope and the nebuliser
failed the breathalyser
sh-t, i didn’t recognise you
this is my story and all of it is real
take it how you wanna take it
f-ck how you feel!

[chorus]
pr-ck can’t tell me how to move
i’m like nah!
b-tch 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 pr-cks can’t tell me how to rap
i’m like nah!
b-tch 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 f-cking selfies
we were taking drugs!

[ah you want something to help keep you awake?]

[chorus]
i swear to god you pr-cks can’t tell me how to rap
i’m like nah!
b-tch 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 pr-ck can’t tell me how to move
i’m like nah!
b-tch 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

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