Eric! Wake the baby!

Tell him it's a disco

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

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!

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!

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!

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

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

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!

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!

Yeah! Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah - yeah nah, yeah, yeah