[Intro: Jam Baxter]
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

[Verse 1: Jam Baxter]
Still
Puffing the purple 'til I'm drowsy and mute still
Stuck in the circle yet I'm out of the loop
Spouting 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
Pulling short straws from a sorcerer's top hat
Calling from stopgap to boredom to stopgap
Like I'm blowing my nose and snorting the snot back
Circulating the earth, regurgitating the worms
The birds are making me worse, I'm hating their chirps
But loving the peace
Hating the work, but loving the peace
Maybe it's worth becoming a freak
Stuck on repeat
Stains on my shirt, mud on my sheets
See me spraying this verse with blood on my teeth
As my cranium burst and smothers the street
I keep faith in the world and my tongue in my cheek
It's deep
[Hook]
It's CP, SMB, and you are not invited
Best leave me the next CD
We'll leave you rotting lifeless
It's CP, SMB, and you are not invited
Best believe me, the next CD
Will leave you rotting lifeless

[Verse 2: Ronnie Bosh]
Look
Here's a list of the things I could never quite say
When the deadly primates on the heavy night days
Man I'm sweating nitrates, and forgetting my name
And so I, shove another fucking gret in my face
Can I get a light? Safe
I'm a keep spitting 'til the end of my days
'Til I'm dead and white, wait
Alright babes? It's getting quite late
Tryna link chicks cheaper than the better by range
Best respect a nice date
Man I'm known to be, sitting 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 please folks smoke 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
[Hook]
It's CP, SMB, and you are not invited
Best leave me the next CD
We'll leave you rotting lifeless
It's CP, SMB, and you are not invited
Best believe me, the next CD
Will leave you rotting lifeless

[Verse 3: Dirty Dike]
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 snoring, yawning
Conformist is caught in a storm
Thinking 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 'til 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
[Hook]
It's CP, SMB, and you are not invited
Best leave me the next CD
We'll leave you rotting lifeless
It's CP, SMB, and you are not invited
Best believe me, the next CD
Will leave you rotting lifeless

[Scratching]