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letra de return of the twat - dirty dike

[intro]
next new message
received today at 3:15pm
f-cking d-ck
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, f-ck
peel the peen back

[hook]
return of the tw-t 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 [c0ke] 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 eyeb-lls 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 f-cking say what i want
you pr-cks couldn’t stop me with a mace in my gob
i’m treating rapping like it’s w-nking ’til i’m breaking my c-ck
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 kn-bs
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 sh-tty 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

[hook]

[verse 3: dirty dike]
sloshpots gotta wash
i’ll leave her socket bust
p-n-s 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 b-tch
pound it and drown the kids
with the wrists slit
listen to the sound of p-ss
the p-ss-listener
i’m quick to stick fists in her
i build bricks and sticks to k!ll nicola
still ripping your knickers, the real blisterer
ggiving you meal tickets to visit that’s still d-cking ya
and i’m a d-ckhead certified
dirty dike, turning life into pimp s-x world at night
your p-ssy 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 peen back
was that too much?

[hook]

- dirty dike

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