Typical Daze

[Verse 1: Dirty Dike] I wake late for a typical day Of getting pissed till it’s difficult, but isn’t it strange? It ain’t miserable, wishing that the limit would raise To a simple bit of spirit in my lyrical rage I riddle flipping pages that’s miracle laced Until you ring all your mates and tell them “listen to James” Tickle his brain and scribble his name like hitting the train A villainous mate you wouldn’t want a kick in the face Cause I gaze distant, I’ll play with your sisters And mate I’m as dangerous as pacing with scissors I’ll make hits blatantly making you face it You’re saved in my database list full of fake shits Take this! Now I’m just wasted and laid back Inhale the vapours that raise from my eighth sack Jade-rapping James with the payback and mate that Is straight fact, breaking the scales like your waist fat My stage act collapses and now it’s back to my habitat Act like a lab rat trapped in an aggy rap And fuck carpet burns, she’ll get a scabby back Stabby stab stab till her fanny is a baggy gash And I’m just using rude words To scoop dirt, flirt with the tune, abuse my new verse Future first, think last, drink from a pink glass Lined with the brink, but I sink fast Wink glass eyes at the stars, but I can’t fly Can't buy half the laughs in this harsh life I ask why and all I get is an odd look Of friends trying to answer this nonsense with God books [Verse 2: Dirty Dike] It’s me missing maths and my head can’t figure sums Hitting drums, licking out your sister with a vicious tongue With a little run for your money, sprint quicker son I’ve listened to your lyrics for some spirit and there isn’t none So isn’t your mum a little bit dumb For letting six different husbands deliver the cum Some come rhythm-less, kick a fuss up and get your innards bust Scissored up viciously until your fucking pissing puss Plus giving sluts love with your little slug It's sick as fuck, give it up bitches and listen up Cause oh dear you’re in trouble now, shut your mouth Dike’s coming out with a sound and it’s fucking loud Drown as my thunder cloud shouts out the underground Running round clubs with an ounce up his fucking snout Being me, that’s a big joke Never quit smoking and wear shit clothes at discos The nose-picking hobo hopes for a sick show Wishbone slips as I focus and tiptoe Spit flows doper than most of you pricks know Piss-soaked lyricist wishing that this shit blows Ghost float mission levitate with a head of snakes Never say never to the heavens when the devil waits Clever mates trying to beg when the record breaks Weapons raised, sabers displayed, let’s celebrate