Strange Alias - Dirty Dike, Ed Scissor

It’s the Mr. Melonskin

Sicker than he’s ever been

And this time your sister’s been slipping into bed with him

So is the bitch intelligent?

That shit’s irrelevant

He’s tickling her belly ring and whispering and staring in her

Eyes I think, but her thighs are nicer

And the half price cider is right inside

So it’s a tight decider, he lies right beside her

While his eyes shine white like there’s fire inside

A nice guy if he tried, he tries never kids

Negatives fly by his life like he’s never lived

So high, well ahead of spliffs

«Well enough of this»

Back to the muffin tits and a fat jug of piss

Fanny slap rubber lips

Gash fuck sucking shit

Love it bitch, what I need to twat and some oven chips

Sudden twitch, he’s cumming in your mother’s hips

Cuddling her under the covers when your husband jips

Off to work this office jerk lost his bird

Cause he got fucking tossed and burnt

So when the frost emerged, he lost his words, «What!»

And the cost of it shown in his posture curve

«So whats it worth?»

A half priced melonskin suit with a charlie supply through a medicine tube

Intelligence bruised and now he’s back in a sandstorm

And there’s no backing down from a casual mad thought

To smashing her back doors of animal slag whores

And come on man we all know that you’ve had yours

And thats why I’m sit tight in my melonskin

Separate me from the world that the devils in

The slumber of ketamine, but fun isn’t everything

Love isn’t wedding rings nor is it match made

Heavens in a sad game, destined to cascade

I just rap to express, but that’s lame

We get Marshall B-Clash, on a street dash

Self reclaimed relapse up on the weed hash

Whos back?

Scratch tracks like a heat rash

Hatch the sweet raps for the back packing anoraks

So just relax, wrap a ten sack of the greens

Smite, get smash worse then the Jeep crash

Three cacks, scallywags streak on the people in sea labs

Lean back, shoot swoops like Steve Nash

These facts, mind from the darkest of minds

My timeline times 9 equals awesome designs

Can’t find dark sides of the moon where I stride

Booze 'till I’m blind, abuse the white pigeons and pint

«It's alright»

I know I’m destined for the harshest demise

Like a meteorite piercing the sky and breaking my spine

My life reminds me daily of the stupidest sights

Like summer riding a bike down without any lights

Will cypher the size of great infamy

Follow the light, but finds the gods who got it in for me

From adulthood to infancy

Scrutinise the paragraphs until my fucking eyeballs bleed

Realign the symmetry with symphonies

Cause it’s the same old sentiment

Education of the evidence is irrelevant

Just beat the pestilence

Oh man I roll like a hell-a-bent elephant

With the four elements in

«It's evident»

Penguins in eloquence in my city scape

As the city wakes I’m on the rooftop spitting hate

Pretty patterns over gritty breaks

At a later day

Slip away like the hell

So sit and wait 'till you’re all in a silly state

Having dreamy days on your purple haze on a daze

Take a city break

Get away, chill, swim in lakes

Blissfully from the sickest grapes

It’s the craze

Just another sort of way to lose it

Loose lead movement

Loose, the tunes stupid

To me, frequently the mic’s like a rubix

That’s why I’m constantly lost in this monkey puzzle music

I say «It's the craziest, another sort of way to lose it»

Loose lead movement

Loose, the tunes stupid

To me, frequently the mic’s like a rubix

That’s why I’m constantly lost in this monkey puzzle music