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jam baxter - filet mignon lyrics

hook [jam baxter]
is that an mc or a blt?
i swear down, i can’t tell these days, [i can’t tell these days…]
cause i’ve been spitting fridge-fresh with the full fat bars
ever since i could spell my name, [my name…]
is that an mc or a filet mignon?
i swear down, i can’t tell these days, [i can’t tell, man…]
so then rock to my cp, keeping it gutter
and the man, them that felt my pain. [my pain… my pain…]

verse 1 [jam baxter]
yeah, yeah, my pain, migraines are more
the sweat in that steg on the dry days of yore
the flypapers full of the lies pave the floor
and the fast king’s kitchen, why waste the score?
i’m in, one of them moves fresh new tremors
in a torch-lit lab full of test tube cherubs
is that a plump duck or an egg stew, fella says ‘who?’
she did it just to get you jealous, yeah, [yeah…]
yeah, yeah, they say i’m not relevant
is that a bag of gas or a tray of hot venison?
scr-pe that skeleton, swing it from the rafters
gargling spittle as i’m picking at the carc-ss
hard barbers, smothered in the mince
waking everyday spitting blood up in my sink
still struggling to blink with my puke glazed eyes
so, is that an mc or a huge steak pie, say why

hook [jam baxter]
is that an mc or a blt?
i swear down, i can’t tell these days, [i can’t tell these days…]
cause i’ve been spitting fridge-fresh with the full fat bars
ever since i could spell my name, [my name…]
is that an mc or a filet mignon?
i swear down, i can’t tell these days, [i can’t tell, man…]
sipping bark to my cp, keeping it gutter
and the man, them that felt my pain. [my pain… my pain…]

verse 2 [dirty dike]
is that an mc or a ham and egg quiche, on a platter
scr-ped fresh from a bag of s-x cheese
cause i can’t seem to tell what these rapper heads mean
when they’re screaming in panic like they’re having wet dreams
so, what happened to the scene, is it happening to me?
i feel like a tea bag flapping in the breeze
should i kneel down or lean back
or smack you in the t–th?
nah, before it comes to that i think i’ll pack it in and leave
cause i’ve had enough of beasts when its phantom are salmon legs
big man, smashing up their pram and they act depressed
is that a talent or a f-ggot in a m-ssive dress
nah, that’s a rapper slash scag head with a jagged edge
[so, is that an mc] or a fetus with claws
or a p-n-s that talks, that people ignore
when you speak and we yawn cause we seem to be bored
when you wet lettuce mcs are deep in your thoughts. [f-ck off.]

hook [jam baxter]
is that an mc or a blt?
i swear down, i can’t tell these days, [i can’t tell these days…]
cause i’ve been spitting fridge-fresh with the full fat bars
ever since i could spell my name, [my name…]
is that an mc or a filet mignon?
i swear down, i can’t tell these days, [i can’t tell, man…]
sipping bark to my cp, keeping it gutter
and the man, them that felt my pain. [my pain… my pain…]

- jam baxter

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