Filet Mignon (Explicit)

Filet Mignon (Explicit) - Jam Baxter/Dirty Dike

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

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

Scrape that skeleton swing

It from the rafters

Gargling spittle as

I'm picking at the carcass

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

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

Is that an MC or a ham and

Egg quiche on a platter

Scraped fresh from a

Bag of sex 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 teeth

Nah before it comes to that

I think I'll pack it in and leave

'Cause I've had enough of beasts

When it's phantom are salmon legs

Big man smashing up their

Pram and they act depressed

Is that a talent or a faggot

In a massive 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 penis 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**k off

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