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Dirty Dike

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Fucking dick
It's dike
I need bpms for beats, i'm at the studio
Sort me out, ring me on this number, bye

Uh, uh, uh, fuck
Peel the peen back

(hook)
Return of the twat x 16

(verse 1: dirty dike)
Yo, i've been sniffing drugs and writing raps all on my own again
My nose has bled and everything i know is screaming go to bed
50/50 balance, ask an audience to phone my friends
I'm talking to an open door, withdrawing (into) frozen pens
Spider graphs are forming in the thoughts within my broken head
But lately i'm a slave to (coke) maybe i'm just so depressed
Either way i'll re-arrange the demons in my leaky brain
And try to speak the truth on every beat and never seem insane
But i've been punching double-glazed windows in the street again
(this piece is) break i see the mirrored images of me in pain
It's getting weird
Weirder than the prison is unless she's here
I never climb (in) lesson of respect (to) what your head'll fear
Never beer, cut the middle man and swig a pint of gin
And dribble liquid nitrogen until my little eyeballs spin
I think of this delightful spinning individual life we live
And sink into a minefield of simpletons and silent

(hook)

(verse 2: dirty dike)
(you can't say that)
I'll fucking say what i want
You pricks couldn't stop me with a mace in my gob
I'm treating rapping like it's wanking 'til i'm breaking my cock
And if i'm honest i'm ashamed of what we're rating as pop

We're celebrating like a bunch of naked alien gods
Laying in slob, wasting in this crater of knobs
I wait patient, sitting with a glimmer in my eye
Like i'm looking in the mirror and this isn't a disguise
A vision of the wise
With a sprinkle of the light/delight (?)
I'm a system overload, your mind'd sink into the night
And i've been thinking this for time
It's a shitty bitter world we live
Gimme a whiskey and a pretty little girl to fist
Mad stabber when i'm strangling the lamb dagger
Fat slappers getting dazzled by my glam swagger
Flank steaker man's madder than a box of frogs

(hook)

(verse 3: dirty dike)
Sloshpots gotta wash
I'll leave her socket bust
Penis popping like a rocket screaming off the god
I'm all about the sandwich drip
Your pasty lips all wrapped round a manly stick
(?) of bitch
Pound it and drown the kids
With the wrists slit
Listen to the sound of piss
I'm quick to stick fists in her
The piss-listener, i'm quick to stick fists in her
I build bricks and sticks to kill nicola
Still ripping your knickers, the real blister
And giving you meal tickets to visit that's still dicking ya
And i'm a dickhead certified
Dirty dike, turning life into pimp sex world at night
Your pussy looking like a bacon and cheese wrap
I'm making the thing clap
Naked so please that
Terminator penetrate her til her knees snap
Feed that, a meat stack of beef, peel the bean back
Was that too much?

(hook)

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