Infinite Limousine Pile Up - Dead Players, Jam Baxter, Dabbla

When I bust, I never let the dust settle

Let 'em all rust with the crushed metal

Now they wantin me to kill it on another level

Is it really just did it whatcha want a medal

I want a little figurine with the middle finger in the air

And the other hands on my balls

In a magazine with a free CD giveaway

And give a fuck about anybody in a way

Take it to the next level of taking the piss

Cause anybody who’s anybody is waitin for this

You can bet your fuckin nelly I come with the goods

Take my time when I aim and I ain’t gonna miss

Blam, you’re whole fam look Disney

You’ll be elbowing man like Isny

So gully so HAM so grisly

Blud you’re about as deep as a frisbee

Yeah, I tell em its deadlocked now

Eatin the earth while the rest cotch out

They’re asleep in a freefall head gone south

In a bedsit trapped in a dead dog’s mouth

I’m gassed out my brains, I’m ballooning

I award you a fate of your choosing

I been in flight straight up cruising

Come a new face and I met that new ting

She looks deep in my eyes says tie me up

And she cums eight times every time we fuck

And I spent two years in a sea of dead gash

On a worldwide smash with a fiery gut

So yep, guess she’s a keeper

I be at the back creepin demeanor

Man still mashed, deep in the ether

Still wake up with extreme amnesia

Out of town girls love Birmingham accents

When i’m in the rave all I get is harassment

Skinny likkle white boy skankin to bashment

I put in the work when the mandem are absent

I don’t MC just to get a reaction

I get out of bed and I’m ready for action

Got a bad bitch in Southampton

That wants to come party with the mandem

And if I wanna beat but I don’t wanna bingy

Man’ll draw for the rubber dinghy

I know bare brum gyal wanna link me

Like wallpaper they wanna strip me

She says she’s tipsy off the whiskey

Now I’m in the DJ with a rice krispie

Got a bad bitch tryna move kinky

Cause I’m on the TV like Tinky Winky

Yeah

Tell a man don’t look down

Don’t look skyward don’t look round

Close them eyelids hold this sound

Just bop that head when the O’s in town

Are ya mad?

Now cuz I’m rollin pounds

Unknowns wanna act like they’re rollin now

Are ya dumb though?

I don’t even know this clown

But you text man’s phone like I owe him sounds

Nah nah, you’re in a league of your own

And our league’s pure don-ery

And I couldn’t have said it with more modesty

They lovin every second we killin it more properly

Sox already said we on telly that Tinky winky

We be rollin with tellytubbies be puffin on sticky icky

Niggas be movin that poppa docky they chokin whenever tokin on piffy oh what a

pity

You ain’t gassed, you ain’t sick

Get the side-man salad in your plate real quick

Ill’s from PC in your grandma’s pantry

Dressed like a pirate, overly swag

Your girl heard my voice now it’s stuck in her head

She moans in her sleep and wets up the bed

So don’t be a plonker, don’t be a prat

Cause I’ll flykick your nan into a wardrobe fam

Mad, mental, yep that’s me

I-Double L-A-M-A-N, in the kebab shop daily

Boxin' meat, no chips, no pitta

With the beard on fleek

I go in, like really in

Like deep-pore cleansing skin-conditioning anti-bacterial facewash tings

Get rid of that shit that’s naffing long!

Ah!

I’m like put 'em in the boot

If a guy tests I’mma put 'em in the boot

Come against me and I’mma put you in a headlock

Deadlocked, Peak yeah I’m comin for your loot

Yeah I’m coming for your creps, chains, gyal and you’ll see

If manna wanna test then i’m whetting up your crew

Breddas tryna bring it to the team on a sly one

My don i’ma get live in the booth

And I put 'em in the boot of my car

Headin for the peak district its not far

Me and Jam Baxter the leanup ting still focused

Dabs on the cleanup ting it’s not a parr

That’s teamwork fam

Sox double edge and we cleanup fam

Back to the mad man, a real badman

Its real like man I’m getting keyed up I ain’t tryna hear that fam