Rant - Jam Baxter

[Alfredo: Let me speak to you about the, uh, «anatomy of terror.»

Prospero: Terror?

What would you know of terror, Alfredo?

Your senses are much

too blunt!

What is «terror?»

Come.

]

Yeah, All-star Spack Out

Always a pleasure, never a chore

Weapons of war

Buy 'em for less sell 'em for more

Fire and flesh, metal and claws

Let the chemicals pour

See my red swelling eyes effervesce at the core

So I’m like peace

In a bit apocalypse shit

Ring me when you stop killing the impoverished

Polishing their offices

Spooks in a puddle dance

Loose in the rubble

Half juiced off a ton of grass

Head spinning like the London Eye

Lullaby sung by a bloodsucking butterfly

See you on the other side

spine tingling

A twinkle in the sky got by stubborn mind whispering again

But i been sicker with the pen

Since a little a prick

Full of piss, vinegar and phlegm

I ain’t similar to them!

I’m sitting in position with a blem

To witness the beginning of the end

So descend

Bruv, step into my office

Second on the left full of medicine and vomit

Skeletons and closets

Wrestle the robotics

Praying to a shitsmeared electrical adonis

Step in like your retinas are buried in your pockets

With pebbles in your sockets

Pretending that you’re honest

But never to my knowledge

See me on a cirrus cloud

Living proud

Pissing out rivers on the bitter town

Kids, are you sitting down comfortably?

Cause I be swinging fish from my livid fists

When they come for me

With skullduggery

Juggling up fuckery

Shovelling what’s stuck in the gutters

Loving the drug drudgery

Clucking for some company

Covered in dust

Gunning for nothing but dumb currency

Use your mind

Use it wonderfully

The future’s bright

The future’s buttery

The future’s bright

Cos when the nukes drop

And light up the skies

Then we’ll shine like shoe shop’s new stock

And I’ll be on the roof-top shivering, or

Stuck at a useless fucking computer, dribbling

One of the two, I tug at the roots of discipline

Rough as the gruesome bucket of soup I’m swimming in

But the sun and the moon are glistening

So I’mma sit here, bunnin a zoot and giggling