Nah (Explicit)

Nah - Dead Players

Written by：GhostTown

Yeah

Feeling like a lit vat of gasoline

Printed on the center fold of live lavish magazine

I roll to the club clouding black and burning fabric

Same blank expression like I haven't learned your language

I watch him fail at every human interaction

His eyes clutch at every single shimmering distraction

Body like a baddie built and spluttering contraption

It's piloted by two village idiots in tandem

I left the bewitchment as a melted action figure of myself

And drank a mixture of exceptional strength

My smart face exudes sweet and delectable stench

Stop bothering you're conceptually spent

Now screaming in the wings now bitching at the back

I spent my whole summer flicking cities off the map

Ping 'em off the walls let society collapse

When the rising heat reveals you build your movement out of wax

I swear to God you pricks can't tell me how to rap

I'm like nah

B**ch don't tell me how to act

I'm like nah

You're one step away from a slap

I'm like nah nah nah nah nah

So I'm like prick can't tell me how to move

I'm like nah

B**ch I got nothing to prove

I'm like nah

You ain't confiscating my booze

I'm like nah nah nah nah nah

I'm getting more horny

Swapping war stories

Dick like gonzo nose and it talk for me

Make a walk poorly

I like my pork saucy

You play the sport sorely

Plus you'll never short straw me

Up in the court scrawny

Middle finger raised

Eyes like a tampon

Hit the drink for days

Swaying but I stand strong

Still pissing flames

The whole fame is jamb on

Play a different game

Half a dozen man strong

Twenty vodkas deep

Neat dipping in and out of sleep

Can you feel the beat

Very problematic

Probably lick you in your forehead

Like a rubber bullet just for f**king looking at it

Quick fetch the stethoscope and the nebuliser

Failed the breathalyser

Sh*t I didn't recognize you

This is my story and all of it is real

Take it how you wanna take it

F**k how you feel

Prick can't tell me how to move

I'm like nah

B**ch I got nothing to prove

I'm like nah

You ain't confiscating my booze

I'm like nah nah nah nah nah

I swear to God you pricks can't tell me how to rap

I'm like nah

B**ch don't tell me how to act

I'm like nah

You're one step away from a slap

I'm like nah nah nah nah nah

Now tell 'em your favorite rapper's here

I wanna see Jam Baxter in an Aqua Sphere

Steamrolling over a couple of thousand odd screaming supporters

All willing to launch us out of the stratosphere

I sit gormless

Gripped by a lack of fear

The screams left him with a blue and blood spattered dear

Wrapped to your disfigured replicas of relatives

Shackled to each other like a pack of jewellery fetishists

Rummaging through your dedicate

Carving a couple slugs

I'm in a target rich environment

Starving you little mugs

When we was growing up and started going out and clubbing

We weren't taking f**king self

We were taking drugs

I swear to God you pricks can't tell me how to rap

I'm like nah

B**ch don't tell me how to act

I'm like nah

You're one step away from a slap

I'm like nah nah nah nah nah

So I'm like prick can't tell me how to move

I'm like nah

B**ch I got nothing to prove

I'm like nah

You ain't confiscating my booze

I'm like nah nah nah nah nah