Lyrics Eggs - Jam Baxter feat. Dabbla
If
a
clown
can
bake
a
pie
full
of
flies
in
his
house
today
And
sell
slimy
slices
for
a
fiver
to
a
crowd
of
apes
Then
I
can
fry
an
egg
and
call
it
God
if
I
want
to
Sunny
side
down,
trodden,
scoff
it
like
its
munch
too
Puke
that
straight
up
and
shot
it
like
a
nine
bar
Scoop
the
remains
up
and
flog
it
like
it's
fine
art
It's
all
in
the
name
son,
it's
all
just
the
same
young
sir
Just
words
I'm
contorting
to
shapes
Some
days
seem
stranger
than
fiction
can
ever
be
Especially
when
I've
been
yammin'
trips
with
my
breakfast
tea
So
I
was
like
boom,
what's
with
the
snake
skin?
Better
keep
schtum,
the
Gods
are
deflating
That
shoe
for
the
mountains,
views
are
astounding
Loose
in
the
cloud
where
the
monsters
are
waiting
Dead
flesh
fading,
what's
that
curling
around
my
spine
like
hot
crack
burning
Swamp
rat
vermin
emerging
again
Better
boot
out
now
to
return
to
the
end,
like
rah
What
a
super-stellar
par
View
forever
shrink
into
a
single
second
Misdirect
'em
through
the
centre
Futures
never
happen
like
the
maggots
might
like
'em
to
One
day
you're
chewing
wounds
the
next
that's
what
you're
obliged
to
do
If
I
were
you
I
wouldn't
take
it
Burn
your
allegiance,
lie
to
their
faces
Gather
that
up,
slappin'
that
sludge
on
the
skyline
Look
man's
finally
made
it,
high
rise
mazes
What's
that
snaking
around
his
tongue
better
watch
man
changing
Combat
training,
dead
man
dancing
Squash
that
craving,
let's
get
marching
It's
like
my
girl's
double
L
parking
Shit's
never
gonna
fit
so
I
squeeze
in
Release
from
the
belly
of
the
beast
I
be
banging
on
my
chest
and
you'd
best
to
believe
it
Swinging
from
the
rooftop
baby
Hanging
out
on
the
porch
all
evening
Bangin'
on
a
big
fat
hootenanny
With
a
granny
in
the
lap,
lean
all
up
in
the
cup
like
(Where?)
Smoke
all
in
the
(Air)
That's
the
way
I'm
staying
Listen
what
I'm
saying,
day
in
day
out
we
ain't
playing
They
should
weigh
their
options
while
they
got
em
or
get
took
apart
Man
ain't
got
no
business
looking
hard
you
little
pussyclart
All
I
wanna
do
is
reel
these
bars
off
Philly
B
on
the
beat
man
I
pull
it
up
And
you'd
better
be
ready
for
the
blast
off
Me
and
Jam
on
the
ting
we
put
it
up
So
high
I'll
be
laughing
my
ass
off
Looking
down
on
the
Earth
like
(is
it?)
With
a
broke
leg
trying
to
get
it
cast
off
Plus
you
don't
wanna
blink
you'll
(miss
it)
My
demographic
is
ecstasy
mixed
with
acid
And
a
bit
of
psilocybin
all
crammed
in
one
tablet
Raid
your
drinks
cabinet,
steal
your
mum's
jam
jar
Go
out
on
a
drug-fueled
frenzy
filled
with
anger
Blame
it
on
grandpa,
you
know
what
he's
like
Easy
with
a
bag
of
weezy,
sleazy
on
the
peace
pipe
Freezing
on
the
beats
like,
they
call
it
cold
fronts
Stacking
so
much
paper
mate
should
get
yourself
a
hole
punch
And
a
bag
of
golf
clubs
Long
range
when
I
get
my
pace
on
Now
they're
saying
to
get
my
skates
on
What
I'm
saying
is
I
care
not
for
some
paper
with
an
old
lady's
face
on
Straight
up,
let
me
deal
with
the
ting
though
Wagwaan
gringo
chuckin'
motherfuckers
out
the
window
Rappers
can't
deal
with
the
lingo
Pulling
out
bars
like
nobody's
business,
killing
MC's
on
the
daily
Make
a
pig's
ear
with
a
dog's
dinner
when
I
come
through
Make
your
whole
crew
go
crazy
Make
your
old
dear
have
a
blue
baby
It's
the
LDZ
fam,
look
it
up
And
you
don't
wanna
see
my
zoot
turn
shady
So
it's
back
to
the
book
now,
cook
it
up
Yeah,
back
to
the
book
Next
chapter,
land
of
the
crooks
Trapped
in
the
woods,
I'm
ascending
Bredren,
who's
that
gremlin
stamping
his
foot,
look
Watch
and
burn,
get
out
the
way
man
we
want
'em
first
All
of
the
intricacies
in
my
world
all
merge
into
one,
no
constant
verse
Slapped
by
a
demon,
I'm
so
high
I
can
actually
see
them
It's
angling
season,
hook
line
sinker
I
got
them,
now
I
gotta
actually
eat
them
So
when
I
say
that
blind
faith
is
a
bitch
Next
man
think
I'm
taking
the
piss
So
I'ma
just
sit
back
shaking
and
shit,
when
really
All
I
wanna
say
to
'em
is
If
a
clown
can
bake
a
pie
full
of
vibes
in
his
house
today
And
sell
the
grimmest
ones
for
fifty
nogs
to
a
crowd
of
snakes
Then
we
can
fry
some
eggs
and
call
'em
gods
if
we
want
to
And
serve
'em
with
a
crown
of
thorns,
swimming
in
some
fondue
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