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Rant Lyrics by Jam Baxter

Rinse Out Friday / Spack Out Monday

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[Alfredo: Let me speak to you about the, uh, "anatomy of terror."
Prospero: Terror? What would you know of terror, Alfredo? Your senses are much too blunt! What is "terror?" Come. ]

Yeah, All-star Spack Out

[Well clap your hands to what he's doing]

Always a pleasure, never a chore
Weapons of war
Buy 'em for less sell 'em for more
Fire and flesh, metal and claws
Let the chemicals pour
See my red swelling eyes effervesce at the core
So I'm like peace
In a bit apocalypse shit
Ring me when you stop killing the impoverished
Polishing their offices
Spooks in a puddle dance
Loose in the rubble
Half juiced off a ton of grass
Head spinning like the London Eye
Lullaby sung by a bloodsucking butterfly
See you on the other side
[?] spine tingling
A twinkle in the sky got by stubborn mind whispering again
But i been sicker with the pen
Since a little a prick
Full of piss, vinegar and phlegm
I ain't similar to them!
I'm sitting in position with a blem
To witness the beginning of the end
So descend
Bruv, step into my office
Second on the left full of medicine and vomit
Skeletons and closets
Wrestle the robotics
Praying to a shitsmeared electrical adonis
Step in like your retinas are buried in your pockets
With pebbles in your sockets
Pretending that you're honest
But never to my knowledge
See me on a cirrus cloud
Living proud
Pissing out rivers on the bitter town

Kids, are you sitting down comfortably?
Cause I be swinging fish from my livid fists
When they come for me
With skullduggery
Juggling up fuckery
Shovelling what's stuck in the gutters
[?]
Loving the drug drudgery
Clucking for some company
Covered in dust
Gunning for nothing but dumb currency
Use your mind
Use it wonderfully
The future's bright
The future's buttery
The future's bright
Cos when the nukes drop
And light up the skies
Then we'll shine like shoe shop's new stock
And I’ll be on the roof-top shivering, or
Stuck at a useless fucking computer, dribbling
One of the two, I tug at the roots of discipline
Rough as the gruesome bucket of soup I'm swimming in
But the sun and the moon are glistening
So I'mma sit here, bunnin a zoot and giggling
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About “Rant” by Jam Baxter

Read the complete lyrics to "Rant" by Jam Baxter from the album "Rinse Out Friday / Spack Out Monday". On Lyrks you can follow along with the full text, explore the artist's discography, and discover related songs. The track is often categorized under Rap.

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"Rant" appears on "Rinse Out Friday / Spack Out Monday".

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