Bottle Songtext
von Dead Players

The largest thing you′ve ever seen multiplied a thousand times
Doubling in size each second, the very hour twice
We inflated daily by a legion of the needless lungs
Still couldn't cast a single shadow on what we′ve become
(Hey Maxa, why you bleeding son?)
I'd tell you if I knew myself
Super stealth jets are crashing in my mind, the future melts
Pilots parachuting out my teeth and bursting into flame
And landing on a petrol-sodden soundscape, we bring the pain
What? Think I'm lying?

Like the carbon copy kittens written
Slipping crap about the crack they′re still supplying
Bruv, I sold drugs for years and I was fucking awful at it
If I still did it I wouldn′t hot it up by talking, damn it
Damn it, slay, watch it all evaporate
Yammer fake sugar spewing sewer moving rattlesnake
The accolades I'm saving for my heads that understand the journey

Man are murky, we were born to get the planet dirty


I don′t really wanna hear 'em talk now
′Cause they don't wanna hear us kick the door down
How much of this bottle should I pour out?
How about all of it, all of it, all of it, all of it?
Jamming in the lead with my feet up
And my whole damn team′s looking lean up
How much of the scene can we eat up?
How about all of it, all of it, all of it, all of it?

Watch all of it twist like contortionists

Kicking up a fine fuss, fuck getting caught in this
Next man's rebelised, eight-legged lunatics
A couple grubby bars turn pursuers into fugitives

Yeah, and it's all clicking into place
Winner takes all of it as all of ′em disintegrate
See every single figure′s face with us given time and time
Bruv, use your mind to humanise and you're a client and master
And I′m the silent partner
The fire-starting suicidal martyr
I'd like to welcome you to my disaster
Just an ordinary man trying to find an answer

And I can cut you with my hands but the eyes are faster
Ninety-seven thousand feet, flying charter
Dropping bombs on the dancefloor, find your partner

Come we sing a song of bygones, sayonara
And give me something I can vibe on like the lala


I don′t really wanna hear 'em talk now
′Cause they don't wanna hear us kick the door down
How much of this bottle should I pour out?
How about all of it, all of it, all of it, all of it?
Jamming in the lead with my feet up
And my whole damn team's looking lean up
How much of the scene can we eat up?
How about all of it, all of it, all of it, all of it?

They say that imitation is the greatest form of flattery
Love to see you fakers try and copy man exactly

Dabbler keep it running like an everlasting battery
Don′t ever try and class me in a category
Or ask me what the matter be
Matter of fact it′s happening, snappily
Welcome to the dead players' faculty
Never could you tackle me
As for looking at me like you know me
Or I owe you something and for looking back at me
The game′ll never knacker me

Keep a kitty cat in in the cattery
Kill a catalogue, cause a catastrophe
In all of your anatomy

Nothing but debauchery and blasphemy
Talking 'bout it, acting all irrationally
How boring can a rapper be?

Actually, actually factually
Hope your fam are bleeding from the apathy
Needs to be and has to be
For looking manufactured from a factory
I′ll slap you in your strawberry daiquiri
More than satisfactory, naturally
Epitome of staying real
We ain't in the same field
Motherfucker, everything we touch is getting flame grilled

You ain′t even parboiled
Arseholes, swooping on you losers like a gargoyle

Run the rally from up in the valley, never shabby
Get the galley, we paddy picking, ticking the tally

Who's your daddy? Kabaddi, the cat is out the baggie

We get 'em aggy from all of ′em Abbey to Abu Dhabi

I don′t really wanna hear 'em talk now
′Cause they don't wanna hear us kick the door down
How much of this bottle should I pour out?
How about all of it, all of it, all of it, all of it?
Jamming in the lead with my feet up
And my whole damn team′s looking lean up
How much of the scene can we eat up?
How about all of it, all of it, all of it, all of it?