Return Of The Twat

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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

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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

Fifty-fifty 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

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(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 till 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 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 stacker, man's madder than a box of frogs

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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

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 blisterer

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 till her knees snap

Feed that, a meat stack of beef, peel the peen back

Was that too much?

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