Infinite Limousine Pile Up Dead Players (Ft. Illaman, Ocean Wisdom, Orifice Vulgatron & Sox)

[Verse 1: Dabbla]
When I bust, I never let the dust settle
Let 'em all rust with the crushed metal
Now they wantin' me to kill it on another level
Is it really just did it, whatcha want, a medal?
I want a little figurine with the middle finger in the air
And the other hands on my balls
In a magazine with a free CD giveaway
And give a fuck about anybody in the way
Take it to the next level of taking a piss
Cause anybody who's anybody is waitin' for this
You can bet your fuckin' nelly I come with the goods
Take my time when I aim, and I ain't gonna miss
Blam, your whole fam look Disney
You'll be elbowing man like, "isn't he"
So gully so HAM so grisly
Blud you're about as deep as a frisbee

[Verse 2: Jam Baxter]
Yeah, I tell 'em it's deadlocked now
Eatin' the earth while the rest cotch out
They're asleep in a freefall, head gone south
In a bedsit, trapped in a dead dog's mouth
I'm gassed out my brains, I'm ballooning
I award you a fate of your choosing
I been in flight, straight up cruising
Come a new face and I met that new ting
She looks deep in my eyes, says, "tie me up"
And she cums eight times every time we fuck
And I spent two years in a sea of dead gash
On a worldwide smash with a fiery gut
So yep, guess she's a keeper
I be at the back, creepin' demeanor
Man still mashed, deep in the ether
Still wake up with extreme amnesia