B.A.W.G

The only answer's treat 'em rough

Tr-tr-tr-tr-treat 'em rough

Gotta be twice as hard as they think they are

(Even friends don't last), yeah

(An early lesson in), look (disposability)

So I was riding a placenta out of this planets miscarriage

Ballied up, singing power ballads whilst I pissed acid

When the barbed wire mesh and circled the sky

I breeze through bleeding, tripping out, surfing a high

Brightly burning, I guess we'll never make the final form

Auditioning for death threats, face sipping, find the cure

Midnight's calling me, belling up my line at dawn

Screaming I will drag you to the shoobs by your spinal cord

Cool, I'll be there, save a spot between the freaks

Clubfooted, pigeon legs, stuck in weathered beaten teeth

Mark 'em down as flightless, bitter, blind pilots

The chewing gum stains on the streets were skydivers

All scraped from the paving, a lifetime of training

To sit around the gunner's scene, they couldn't find a place in

We were sprawled across every seat in the auditorium

So all the boring talk is obscured by a roaring audience

Now, a man made of mush pukes used needles

12 blue babies stab each other to amuse people

One scrawny fool fucks a nuke in the crude sequel

Starring our innards and a cast of scarred sinners

And any eye can scan a front page, I murmured

As I can scan through a list of every stage I murdered

And then the sky folded out again, curled around my system

And ripped out a dark shade of crimson, yeah

I slip through life on the skin of my teeth

So I still ain't gotta listen to the civilised preach

That breeze, air, woft, gas

Bats in the attic, all dropping en masse

I slip through life on the skin of my teeth

So I still ain't gotta listen to the civilised preach

That breeze, air, woft, gas

Bats in the attic, all dropping en masse

Yeah, my styles like speeded up footage of shit growing

Get your fucking arse in the car and let's get going

A whole lemon rolled to the window and lip blowing

With my pants half-cocked in the wip with my dick glowing

Funny how they pick up on words when they're spat vulgar

Lower chakra shit got 'em gagging to rap colder

Younger rappers thinking it's cool if they act older

Just another chip off the block of a fat boulder

It's how I'm living, it's something I love doing, yeah

Something I'd be damned if I'm letting you mugs ruin

I'll have a rapper pooping his panties in one movement

Whilst I'm smoothly stepping out of the box that they dubbed you in

Go and judge a book by its cover, collect the karma

Instead of trying to better yourself and connect the dharma

None of us will be here forever and life is fragile as a motherfucker

Humble yourself and forget the drama

As-salamu alaykum my people, what's fucking gwarning?

Hunger seems to lose all its meaning when people starving

I'm trying to listen to writers who drop that knowledge

If I'm honest though, I've heard it before and it's proper jarring

Barring like I should have been sponsored by fucking Carling

Laughing at the style in your stance in which you be sparring

I'm sick of talking, you'll probably see me walking

Especially if you can't handle your end of the fucking bargain

I slip through life on the skin of my teeth

So I still ain't gotta listen to the civilised preach

That breeze (breeze), air (air), woft (woft), gas (gas)

Bats in the attic, all dropping en masse

I slip through life on the skin of my teeth

So I still ain't gotta listen to the civilised preach

That breeze (breeze), air (air), woft (woft), gas (gas)

Bats in the attic, all dropping en masse