Cooked (Explicit)

Cooked - Dead Players

Written by：GhostTown

Yeah look

I'm on a wave every night like f**k 'em

Two more drops in a spiked white Russian

I stashed that treasure in a hole in my mind

So my eyes glow gold every time I shut 'em

Roll on set like my fam cousin

I'm at the bar running out awkward game

On a gurned up goth with a streamlined curse

Tryna feed my words in a tortured brain

But I ain't on a next ball and chain

And I been on a hype since Champion Fraff

It's a wonder how the kid's still standing

If you ain't on a mosh you can stand at the back

Pour a whole bottle in a big bag of ice cubes

Cut a little hole in the bottom and hang it up

Spend a couple hours hooked up to the drip and

Roll out when your rumbling stomach has had enough

So I was like

Wargwarn petal

Bleed for that first class seat

You can keep that cheap bit of metal

I beat motherf**kers in the head till they get it

When they don't they be like woah wyle down seccle

The dark I'm special

Ain't never lost sleep on a silly old clique in the vessel

Speak of the devil

Deep in the belly but it doesn't matter cause you couldn't creep on my level

We don't wrestle

We knock 'em out flat with one slap and laugh at the pile

Dance around 'em all pointing and giggling

Killing any illegitimate problem child

Oi dick breath I been around for a while

I smile argh I spit ah that vile

One hundred eyes for the style

I'm true by an inch I'm true by a mile

That's war

Ate 'em all raw

Selling 'em the poisons selling 'em the cure

Bottles of the cheap sh*t spilling on the floor

Cut 'em into pieces slip 'em in the jaw

My mind's all cooked ate 'em all cooked

Fling 'em in the furnace tell 'em it's a look

Left 'em in a back room hanging on a hook

Bruv let's cook

Come let's cook

Ate 'em all cooked

Rah

Guess 'em you lemon

I see you perfected your chief impression

It's your resident freakin' session

It all went black for a fleeting second

I was parked up on the face of a sheer precipice

Puffing a hallucinogenic with a pipe

The feds were out slivering an M17

Tryna lock up any wandering city slicker in sight

But nothing like a fountain of chaos nuttin'

But I ain't sure where the honour is

Whole crew looking like a zombie apocalypse

Couldn't tell who's grinning face was the rottenest

Right now I just wanna wyle out right now I just wanna roll in

Pulling out every single dead and buried world from my face

Like a million millenia I'm folding

Nuttin'

Nothing like anything that you've come across

Motherf**kers loving a proper feeling in the dance

They be like dabbla you gotta give them a chance

I be like f**k 'em they nowhere near as advanced

I should raise the level and show them a little thing or two

Instead of blending in but they keep on dragging it arse

Battering a lyric and doing it really fast

Bussing up your lip when I'm dipping in glue and glass

Anyone who know what they're talking about

Will tell you that my family be murdering anything that they touch

Got nothing to say but I got them all in my clutch

Wouldn't call it living the dream it's a bit much

Couldn't give a million f**ks and for the rush and paper cuts

I'm grinning and billing a bit of dutch

Brushing them aside and then leaving them there to rust

Until it's dust and all of the competition is crushed

That's war

Ate 'em all raw

Selling 'em the poisons selling 'em the cure

Bottles of the cheap sh*t spilling on the floor

Cut 'em into pieces slip 'em in the jaw

My mind's all cooked ate 'em all cooked

Fling 'em in the furnace tell 'em it's a look

Left 'em in a back room hanging on a hook

Bruv let's cook

Come let's cook

Ate 'em all cooked