Vomit - Dabbla, Jam Baxter

How can I put this nicely, politely go fuck yourself

You think i’ma drink to that cause it’s pricey?

None of that shit excites me

How can I put it in a way you be getting it so precisely

When I sum it up so concisely

I don’t give a fuck who likes me, bitch!

I’ma do my thing and if that ain’t good enough you can spin

Ca' It all depend on what mood i’m

I paint a master piece when i’m doodling, bitch!

Oh gosh, shut the door my toes squashed

I’ll be there for the whole nine and come acclimatised to that cold wash

Chapsville, everything on my laps spilt

I don’t care if you’re self taught, you ain’t touching my rap skill

Man are quick off the bat still, dragging in what the cat killed

Keep my boots and my hat filled, glad I ain’t fucked with that deal

Just as well never sat still, relax chill

Nar man that’s not me, fully fledged you can fuck off or go hard fam

But don’t come back with no bars man, it’s not as if this shit’s hard fam

Keep your hands off the glass though, this is nothing but Jah’s plan

(Hook)

Ever had a feeling when you knew it was gonna happen but you didn’t see it

coming

Whole life gone flash in a millisecond, you can feel the burp from the bottom

of your stomach

Ah man that’s not what you wanted, swallow that down now try not to vomit (Ergh)

Vomit (Ergh)

Vomit (Ergh)

Vomit (Ergh)

Vomit

A few puffs, a clean set of guts and a been I can trust, that’s all I ever

wanted

I do raps, done a few laps, what I’ve noticed is that it’s all gas 'til its

solid

I’ma bruk wild while I still got it, sod it, pick your way through while I

vomit (ergh)

Vomit (Ergh)

Vomit (Ergh)

Vomit (Ergh)

Vomit

(Verse 2 — Jam Baxter)

Oi, check the view on the tenth floor balcony

Might take you a week, to a month, to a year to squeeze a single bar outta me

You live in a 2-D dream, cider pricks and UV jeans

Been my own boss since 2010 so I ain’t quite sure what routine means

Breakfast movie at 2pm, yam lunch at News At Ten

Skip dinner, neck this liquor, another night with a brutal end

I’ve got French gash telling my crew «Je t’aime»

I’m never wearing a suit again

Life’s too crispy, I look like a typhoon hit me

I saw man back a whole bottle and now he’s telling me I am too tipsy

Right who’s with me, let’s burn the town down, record the carnage

Screaming infants and upload that shit straight to Soundcloud

Arsonist, full time narcissist, life’s been a blur since I found that friendly

pharmacist

Park the whip and barrel roll out the back

Kill the show and count the cash, enjoy your ounce of crack

Louder gasps, bump this in your whip and get it written off

And when you catch us back stage try not to piss us off

Moving like a fuming swarm of killer wasps

Blacked out garms like I’m channelling my inner goth

(Hook)

Ever had a feeling when you knew it was gonna happen but you didn’t see it

coming

Whole life gone flash in a millisecond, you can feel the burp from the bottom

of your stomach

Ah man that’s not what you wanted, swallow that down now try not to vomit (ergh)

Vomit (Ergh)

Vomit (Ergh)

Vomit (Ergh)

Vomit

A few puffs, a clean set of guts and a been I can trust, that’s all I ever

wanted

I do raps, done a few laps, what I’ve noticed is that it’s all gas 'til its

solid

I’ma bruk wild while I still got it, sod it, pick your way through while I

vomit (ergh)

Vomit (Ergh)

Vomit (Ergh)

Vomit (Ergh)

Vomit