Return Of The Twat (исполнитель: Dirty Dike)
[Intro] Next new message Received today at 3:15pm [bad word] [bad word] It's [bad word] I need BPMs for beats, I'm at the studio Sort me out, ring me on this number, bye Uh, uh, uh, [bad word] Peel the peen back [Hook] Return of the [bad word] x 16 [Verse 1: Dirty [bad word] Yo, I've been sniffing [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] (You can't say that) I'll [bad word] say what I want You pricks couldn't stop me with a mace in my gob I'm treating rapping like it's [bad word] 'til I'm breaking my [bad word] 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 [bad word] I wait patient, sitting with a glimmer in my eye Like I'm looking in the mirror and this isn't a disguise 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] SloshPots gotta wash I'll leave her socket bust [bad word] 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 [bad word] Pound it and drown the kids With the wrists slit Listen to the sound of [bad word] I'm quick to stick fists in her The [bad word] 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 [bad word] ya And I'm a [bad word] certified Dirty [bad word] turning life into pimp world at night Your [bad word] 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]