[Verse 1: Jam Baxter]
Damn, must've nodded off
Kinda drunk still, up 'till wrong o'clock
Cooking that prize-winning pimped-out finger food
Bite-sized brain gristle swimming in a witch's brew
Pull the old switcharoo
When I swap a man's life for a string of huge
Failures, loosely arranged in a little room
Buried in obscurity, lit by a gibbous moon
File that straight under wasted, it's them lot
A best-of collection of dead flops
I'm repping for the S-dot-M-dot beastly
Mind got sharper, flesh got greasy
My eyes sunk a little and the rest got leaky
So I flung the spittle at your head-top, creepy
As ever, slumped down deep in the cellar
Warming up another batch free for a tenner

[Hook: Jam Baxter]
We've been on this dark path missioning for time
And I ain't gonna lie - fam I'm doing fine
Looking like a lightbulb hidden in the slime
Still I'm on the grind - a man's gotta shine
Even when it seems like I'm living in a mess
I ain't gonna stress - bruv I'm all blessed
Looking like a lab rat scratching at the nest
And none of us has slept - we still stay fresh
[Verse 2: Jam Baxter]
Aah, not again
Why you trying to climb that rotten stem
The winds up here tear skin from forgotten men
Washed from the memories of time, there's a lot of them
But it takes a bigger man to fool me
Than some blagger bragging 'bout his Christmas cracker jewellery
React cruelly, file it under F for Fraud
If less is more I'm more or less the richest bredder ever born
And you can smell the lack of currency
Wafting round my lair man, it's customary
To nod that skull of yours and question your life
When we drop that ton of raw flesh from a height
Never seen, by man nor beast
Nor robotic-suit villain, nor slack-jawed freak
Like me, and if you take nothing from the bar
Just remember that I'm fine, star...you see it's like

[Hook: Jam Baxter]
We've been on this dark path missioning for time
And I ain't gonna lie - fam I'm doing fine
Looking like a lightbulb hidden in the slime
Still I'm on the grind - a man's gotta shine
Even when it seems like I'm living in a mess
I ain't gonna stress - bruv I'm all blessed
Looking like a lab rat scratching at the nest
And none of us has slept - we still stay fresh
[Verse 3: Chester P]
Roll up stressy and bun skunk
Walk bow-legged and punch-drunk
Pour both kegs with drunk monks
Broke both legs, a hump slumped up in the dumps
Trunk sucked on my spunk drunk
Shrinks shrank when my sixth sense stunt stumped
Some sick blench chumps front me for unc's lunch
Bugs Bunny funds front, get your fronts crunched
Jump get your bunch munched up by the munch bunch
See them camel toe'd yatties get their bumps humped
Jumped up fucking all night till her hump shrunk
She said 'it's all about the honesty with some front'
Me like a dumb lump, told her that her cunt stunk
She hit me with her skunk blunt
Had to jump trunks mid-night going bump-bump
Heffer got a rump funk, left her with her tongue drunk
Trying to say goodbye, mechanism's going clunk-clunk

[Hook: Jam Baxter]
We've been on this dark path missioning for time
And I ain't gonna lie - fam I'm doing fine
Looking like a lightbulb hidden in the slime
Still I'm on the grind - a man's gotta shine
Even when it seems like I'm living in a mess
I ain't gonna stress - bruv I'm all blessed
Looking like a lab rat scratching at the nest
And none of us has slept - we still stay fresh