Dirty Dike – Am I Lyrics

• Am I wack like your first show
• Or am I bad like a black magic curse
• No im fat like a burst nose.
• Clap from the back to the third row
• Back slappin' birds am i just a sack
• Of words and some cracked bones.
• Am I lost in this bucket full of knuckleheads
• Fucking messed
• Stuffler when your drunk and theres nothing said.
• Am I missin' out on love in my public bed
• Nothing yet trust but im stuck puffin' drugs instead.
• Am I tough as lead 'cos what my mother said
• Trapped 'til i spread rubbish dust now we're huggin' less.
• Am I causing your husband some sudden stress
• Or am i just another bunken thats under dressed.
• None the less.
• They say im fine like a sunken vest why
• 'Cos im fucking fresh rhyming like drunken sex.
• Am I trapped in the spiral of drugs and death
• The vinyl thats scratched or the cries when your mothers dead.
• Im in your mind when it bubbles red
• So im like five tons of trouble when theres nothing there
• A sick muddle, am i a kiss or a big cuddle
• Am I a big fat shit or a sick puddle.
• Am I the big muscle twitch when your bitch struggles
• This is it juggle this script 'til i spit rubble
• Quick swift and it shit am i a big piss
• Sick as the switchblade ripped by the thick stubble.
• Am I normal or am i sane.
• Shall i snorkel my way through the thoughts of my shallow brain.
• And not pause 'til im back again
• Am I gorpin' in pain at my war face or am i vain.
• Am I the skin of the drum that your tappin' on
• Clap along let your head snap to a happy song.
• Am I a back stage pass or a
• Smile as wide as your fat mates arse.
• My rap breaks stars and takes half your mates bars
• Straight past ancient days and leaves great scars.
• Leaves great fucking scars. Yeah.
• Am I the tit bitch the what is this the hot business
• Its lost spirit and only stops to rock lyrics
• A novelist with a lot of shit in his esophagus
• The doctor said stop but im lost so ive got to spit.
• What is this. And thats an obvious blag
• Am I captain piss mask got lost in me bag
• Or a spot in your mag or a slag getting robbed off
• God this is mad im just dodging the plan.
• To escape the face and be free when i sufficate
• Nothings changed drunk puffin' eighths in a fucking state.
• In a fucking state.

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