Plenty More Piss In The Toilet

[Verse 1: Dirty Dike] I played the sex scene, worked a circuit of slags Burstin my nads, I'd squirt in every dirty kebab Till I found the first person that I perfectly matched A bird with a stack Of hate andhurt for words that I rapped Loves so shook - ride the waves we surf to it collapsed Turning back the hands of time I started working for cash It was beautiful, the same type of Dream is when ya.... Nah fuck it!!! I can't explain the way the feeling had my heart rushing! Half something, half nothing Part publishing in a past part love and last bluffing Last cuddle in a parked car crushed As I rummaged in the dark for the answers but asked nothing I felt I stripped myself to shreds with a butchers knife Took a nice wedge of the way She used to look at life I'll write it my book of rhymes... Nahhh Nah I'll write in my book of lies And look at it with crooked eyes Hook: x2 Celebrate life, and use it Saved by the music, stay sane, the cage ain't right for you kid James lies with bruises, it ain't like I'm stupid, so how the fuck did I get slain by the cupids? [Verse 2: Dirty Dike] First date, got together rockin' drunk abused Alan Words straight, lost in heaven, got depressed and that's what love will do You damper with my passions, but you havn't got a bloody clue Tug the noose of love and that's as much as I can fucking do As much as I would love to prove my thoughts were sincere I'd walk and grip tears, watch her fall and sip beers Watchya wondering my plastic couple Yes I guess that that's the trouble...ahh I can sense your man depressed in every passive cuddle And yes, I guess the best times were amazing Kind of a daydream, times it by 18 That's the state of mind we'd sit and ride with the fake shit You'd cry, shit I'd smash shit, you'd silently hate me Now I've decided to break free and take these last precious pieces of my heart away for safe keeps We'll make peace at a later date please Imma fade away and leave and find a saner state of me Hook: x2 [Verse 3: Dirty Dike] Now I'm back and I'm flirting with slags And I'm happy so perhaps there's no turning me back Learn the facts, yeah you've heard of me I'm dirty and bad Bursting your flaps and squirting 'till I murmur and collapse If I can change the way my crazy brain plays the game, a lady chase I change my name, a late debate in ways in which to break the chains So you can hate the ways of lazy James, but I'll stay the same baby hitting ladies with my gravy stains I often sit and drink, a babbling mess Pit-Patter my steps, from landing in a massive regret A sadgasm, or maybe just an addict for sex Gambling debts, the love slag cashing my cheques Grabbing your chest, I'll even fuck the gash in your head I need freedom even more than life battles with death So leave Dike the fuck alone slags, I'm happy with less Grab me a keg, a stella, I'll be shagging you next Hook: x2