Feast - Dirty Dike

Feast - Dirty Dike

Альбом
Sucking on Prawns in the Moonlight
Год
2015
Язык
`Engelska`
Длительность
192000

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Feast

Dirty Dike

Midget feast!

The hash burns…

I’ve never eaten a small person…

Yo, the scene equals MC’s sucking on each others nobs

A lot of same city cuddles over rubbish songs

A lot of lame shitty cover ups, the fuck is wrong?

You know your product’s not enough to justify the way you act

Lazy man fake attack, rapping like I made a track

But only other wankers in your radius are talking

Mate, come on, are you the jack of all trades?

You ain’t mastered shit before you package or play

You live inside a world of restrictions

Ain’t nothing more wonderful than cyphering the weak

Just stop and have a think for half a second

What you’re on about is way beyond comfortable

I’m diving in your deep

You’re crying in your sleep, blind to the sheep

Sellotape a siren to the lies and deceit

Shut up, fuck off and die proud

Cuz no one wants to see you make a mess of your stage

Try repressing your rage in an ethical way with an intellectual sentence on page

Question your brain, the messages you phrase

Nobody’s the same, but everybody’s marvelous

How the fuck you gonna sell a man a dream when he hasn’t got the tablets,

the neck & back & sleep?

Speaking in telepathy to me

You can spectate adventures but cleverly discreet

One time for your mind

Two time for your soul

Three time for your rhymes

You’re a dick

I don’t wanna be as blunt I am

But my tolerance for bollocks hit the floor with a splat

How the fuck were you born as boring as that?

How the fuck are you proud of drawing a cat?

Your simple little brain still amazes me

And it doesn’t make sense but it’s plain to see

I wouldn’t pay to see you play if you played for three days naked on a stage

full of razors, G

Is that the best of your ability?

Perhaps

And maybe we can kill it with soliloquies and facts

Mix a bit of spirit with the image, swig it back

Kill a slag in the middle of a village with an axe

Snatch the spinach, mister pillaging and that

Clocking figures, six million midgets in my flat

I leave the heating on, ordering a pizzas long

I got bored of the midgets, started eating one

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