Return Of The Twat

[Intro] Next new message 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 [Hook] Return of the twat 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 [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 [Hook] [Verse 2: Dirty Dike] (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 [Hook] [Verse 3: Dirty Dike] 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? [Hook]