Dirty Dike – Typical Daze Lyrics
Lyrics
Verse 1
- I wake late for a typical day
- Of getting pissed till it’s difficult
- But isn’t it strange? It aint 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
- ???? by half the laughs in this harsh life
- I ask why and all I get is an odd look
- Of friends trying to answer this question with God books
Verse 2
- It’s me missing maths and my head can’t figure sums
- Hitting drums, licking at your sister with a vicious tongue
- With a little run for your money’s, bring 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 slugs love with your little slug
- Its 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