Teeth (feat. Jam Baxter, Ronnie Bosh)

Yeah, big up Donald Trump

Cows in the slaughterhouse, yeah

Covered in stuff, missed our grandfathers, grans

Toothless idiots, Doris, suck your relatives

Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Wanker, in a pie

Still puffin' the purple till I'm drowsy and mute, still

Stuck in a circle yet I'm out of the loop

Spoutin' abuse, drownin' in the fountain' of youth

As powder and puke surround me when I'm out with the troops

So how do you do? 'Low me a twos

I'm on the wrong track, pullin' short straws from a sorcerer's top hat

Callin' from stopgap to boredom to stopgap

Like I'm blowin' my nose and snortin' the snot back

Circulatin' the Earth, regurgitatin' the worms

The birds are makin' me worse, I'm hatin' their chirps

But lovin' the piece, hatin' the work but lovin' the peace

Maybe it's worth becomin' a freak, stuck on repeat

Stains on my shirt, mud on my sheets

See me sprayin' this verse with blood on my teeth

As my cranium bursts and smothers the street

I keep faith in the world and my tongue in my cheek

It's deep

It's CP, SMB, and you are not invited

Best leave me the next CD

We'll leave you rottin' lifeless

It's CP, SMB, and you are not invited

Best believe me, the next CD will leave you rottin' lifeless

Look, here's a list of the things I could never quite say

When the heavy primates on the heavy night days

Man, I'm sweatin' nitrates and forgettin' my name

And so I shove another fuckin' gret in my face

Can I get a light? Safe, I'ma keep spittin' till the end of my days

Till I'm dead and white, wait, alright, babes

It's gettin' quite late, tryna link chicks cheaper than the better by range

Best respect a nice date, man, I'm known to be sittin' lean in my home

With some potent leaves, I'm so sick that the Devil sold his soul to me

You know my steez, so folks, inspect my beef

I've got a scene full of jokers and hopeless freaks

I've got a team full of blokes with a show to teeth

Got CDs to promote and a nose to keep clean

Unless it's hoes, Gs of coke for free

It's CP, SMB, and you are not invited

Best leave me the next CD

We'll leave you rottin' lifeless

It's CP, SMB, and you are not invited

Best believe me, the next CD will leave you rottin' lifeless

I walk unafraid of the torture I face

You can talk all day and I'll ignore what you say

I adore what you make, mate, of course, get it made

But I'm bored of the same set of thoughts you've displayed

It's awkward, I make beats and talk like I'm great

Get applauded, the rave's never short of a mate

And yet I'm snorin', yawnin', conformist is caught in a storm

Thinkin' law isn't yours to be born with

His storm's in a teacup and war when we speak up

Beat up the doorman and brawl till the police come

It's portion to meet, son, drawing with each gun

And I ain't sure if I'll store what they teach us

Until police comes, I'll chew on that forbidden fruit

Pick and choose from this picture that I wish I drew

It isn't win or lose, I think it's live and prove

You ain't the sickest just because you're in the biggest shoes

It's CP, SMB, and you are not invited

Best leave me the next CD

We'll leave you rottin' lifeless

It's CP, SMB, and you are not invited

Best believe me, the next CD will leave you rottin' lifeless