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fantastic man - jam baxter lyrics

yeah thank you very much, fresh right down to my tagliatelle guts
b-tch you’re way too kind, stay lathered in succes in these strange new times

fresh out the bath, face made of tweed
liquidised brain on some rainmaker st–z
stained gl-ss jacket with the platinum hood
got the giraffe skin pockets full of acid and kush
look sublime, barbed wire scarf velvet bally
clean set of knives taped to my t–th my flesh baggy
stab happy tongue sharp chin chiselled features
velour jaw sugar neck liquored up g*nius
gas proof ear m-ffs m-ffle that fraff talk
short back and sides racking lines on the catwalks
jaw snapping eyes, role model musk
and a thousand yard stare to make the whole brothel blush
dust out, lading in my radiant flesh
moonwalking in my enriched uranium creps
do the nuclear sk-nk instantenous death
check the burberry eyelids as they lay me to rest

tree trunk fingers with the best dressed aphids
kids ain’t f-cking with the flesh, let’s face it
suck the respect from the air
exhale smug bullets with exceptional flair

slide out the yard, big bag of stuff
rock twenty layers like the kids fattened up
my vibe hand st-tched by sweating obese children
packaged and crammed into an elegant beak
silken smile, rich regalia, crude oil jacuzzi
blood diamond iris, eyes bleed profusely
new bejewelled suits smooth skin fitted loosely ruby guts basted in beauty
pursued by a m-ss gash flash mob, chewing coins, guzzle gold
picking dried blood and fake nails from my rubber soles
looks within looks like russia dolls
fill a cup of cold caviar rock a plush rubber skull, criss
chairman of the strong vibe academy
silver skinned midget with a steel shank hacking me a fresh slab of ham
from the psychedelly deli henny pouring out my pores
i’m bored already, yes

wafer thin slices of the last javan gibon
the desired diet plan of a half -ssed magician
check the varnish on the guts
and the old crying butler sat sharpening the tusks
yeah, thank you very much, fresh right down to my tagliatelle guts
b-tch you’re way too kind, stay lathered in success in these strange new times

- jam baxter lyrics

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