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great attempt - dirty dike lyrics

[verse 1: dirty dike]
so welcome to the fat naked version of a great attempt
a person who needs a quick detergent and a basic cleanse
i’m coming certain like a sturdy vegetated stem
flirting with my brain again and perching on this breaking fence
the word for me is take the services but pay the debts and never take offense
you know i’m dirty and you rate the stench
i leave you burning up and verging on a rape attempt
in nothing but a skirt and gloves to learn to f-cking make some friends
spend, all your cash at once on anything
except a gram of ketamine, or any slapper’s wedding ring
you get the slow clap and clattered with adrenaline
and whacked around the head until your neck flaps a flappy chin
sing, i wear a hash bib for hot rocks
ad libs are made of sh-t and cats p-ss you n-bc-ck
knock knock, who’s there? who cares? can we cotch?
i got a gram of posh, 20 tramadols and have ’em washed
so we can wash some crack and have a good old fashioned trammy off
take our trousers off and shout about it in an alb-m, what
proud of being out of stock, i sell a bunch of better stuff
i’m clever, f-ck an everlasting effort like a severed c-nt
and f-ck a club who bangs up a punter just for selling drugs
your lucky toby never filled that pig’s head with petrol up
so who’s the moralistic crusading cow on ice?
the coward type who only shouts about it when he’s out at night
and only counts the pounds and never spends
so all his stories end in awkwardness with snore patterns pouring through his boring head
so smell the roaring breath of cp and breathe deep
as we breed a scene like a chief leaves his teepee (keep clean!)
please, i get as bored as a ouija
six speed course, i was born popping wheelies
now all applaud at my jaw dropping freebies
you’re mopping stage floors and copping all of my cds

[verse 2: fliptrix]
remember this wild night with scissor on whites driving
me hitting the vapes, sky high in the front wyling
dike, sammy and baxter in the back, they’re mad hyping
no boombox, we be boxin a rap cypher
tiny car bouncing like slag when a man rides her
feds see the sh-t and then pull us with the sirens
car stinking of skunk, think that there’s more in the trunk
only the driver ain’t drunk, we’re f-cked, ain’t faking a funk
gave ’em some bud, they took it, waved us along now
probably getting blazed to this song (nah, that’s raw)
got away cuz we’re above the law
got a name cuz they raw like cut veins when they pour
been poor, made change now we make change from it all
ain’t in the same lane as before, the name says it all (high focus)
take a highly educated guess, my rhymes are motions
that (?) with the 5 of the best strains, 3 types of nang cobras
i am in the lions den, 3 eyes open
formulating plans to take out my opponents
no lies, the cro flies, it flies potent
red eye, symbolising my mind in a moment
racing, skies part as i ascend through the cracks in the paving
pacing, life’s a taxing occasion
patience could turn you into a patient
don’t like your occupation? change it and stop complaining about your pain
it’s your life you’re wasting
brain remains in a wastebin
make peace, take dreams, realise ’em and embrace ’em
hf originate since day we been out on the stages
we’re not about the status, it has taken us places
this ain’t a label it’s a family who’s gracious
outrageous, out of our mind, out of the box and on a wavelength
forever elevating

- dirty dike lyrics

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