Return of the Twat - Dirty Dike

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Received today at 3: 15pm

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

Return of the twat x 16

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 frozen pens

Spider graphs are forming in the thoughts within my broken head

But lately I’m a slave to 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

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 lesson of respect 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

(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

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?