Squashed Jam Baxter (Ft. Verb T)

(Verse 1 - Jam Baxter)
So who's that guy about two grand in debt
With a rank bank balance he's too prang to check
Have a guess
Errrm got it in one, shit
The nuggetless wonder in this rudderless gun ship
I was like fuck this, slash them at will
Wait for the cabin lay claret to spill
Nah, how's about we all eat some acid and chill
I got a fresh new planet to build before morning
Hoards of prawns warping, cosmonauts calling
The ear splitting sound of the dogs at war brawling
And barking and still snarling behind us
Nice up the function, jump on the night bus
You die once better make it a spectacle
A golden swirl to the sky, two twisted tentacles
Shit looks incredible, the grand master of merk grim spitter and words turn professional

(Verse 2 - Verb T)
Man what's important
I've got a family that I'm supporting
So new garms I don't sport them
It's three tees with old jeans
I was transfixed by this music my whole teens
All through my twenties I was making it
Aiming for the rent I was just barely scraping it
Just hit thirty, no savings
Drowning in an overdraft sky's look overcast
Does that make me a bad father?
Don't remark, I know the answer, I know it's hard
We brave the storm like Noah's Ark
With the ink perform open heart surgery
Heard the beat, grabbed the pen with the urgency
First degree murder, I leave the page burgundy
I followed my path and did it my way certainly
All your shit talk ain't concerning me