Fine - Jam Baxter, Chester P

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

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

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

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

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

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