Woah - Dirty Dike, Lee Scott

Um, smooth

Like a motherfucking otter’s belly

Watching telly in my socks until I pop an ecky

Got the 'chete by the bottom of the box of reckies

When I die you’ll probably talk a lot and when you stop forget me

I rang the doctor like a motorcycle gang Madonna

With gold hanging out my oversized attractive collar

I’m a hybrid call me Matty Waller

Only guys from Life4Land and Madingley can catch you proper

Shouts to hints and any pigs who tried to catch me

Weed bags, graff, beak in every bit of pasty

Beef, slags, dads, freaks, geezers and the drag queens

Please don’t forget the coke squeezers and the scag fiends

With my eyes shut I see nothing

Nothing like the multi-coloured spiderweb I’m stuck in

Boldly cover up and bye the bye beside the bigger me

Literally I sit and keep it rigid as a figurine

Listen it’s a kindred little spirit from a different scene

Coke-sniffing antisocial prick within the guillotine it isn’t me

It isn’t me a single bit, and I don’t miss to seek

'Cause I don’t really give a shit

It’s not the millions of cocks up in your mouth

It’s just a difference in the cotch when you’re about

It’s just a bridge a bit of confidence you doubt

Bitch I wear the fucking trousers dead in Rodney Trotter’s house

It’s the snout and the way that your eyes lie and scream piss

Peen stiff disfigured foetus for the squeamish

Six-figure Jesus eating fish shipped from Egypt

I mean it, a few million views and you’ve seen it

My mouth hurts tryna rap as I crowd surf

Acting like an out of talent twat in a loud shirt

And I’m a geezer that you trust to keep at arms length

Half dead get your palm read on a park bench

Alarms went (nee-naw nee-naw)

In the yard shed, I know that Collin’s right but

I believe what Noir said

Guitar swinging off my brother’s back

Fuck a dad we work together and we love him back

Knobs like you who think you’re slippery and clever

But one sly move I treat you differently for ever

Knobs like you who think you’re slippery and clever

But one sly move I treat you differently for ever

Knobs like you who think you’re slippery and clever

But one sly move I treat you differently for ever

Knobs like you who think you’re slippery and clever

But one sly move I treat you differently for ever

I’m smooth, like a motherfucking well buttered boot up your bitches ass

Mid-game, leaning on me pimp cane

While I twist me 'tache

Lift me glass, relax, and pick a pass

Moving slow but I’m thinking fast

I’m in a different class

I’ll blasted out the pussy like Goku

With a cold brew and landed in the middle of the dole queue

Built a rat on the spot, and smoked a whole Q

Rocking the same tracksuit since 02

Devouring cold stew out of an old shoe

And then I put it on soaked through

I pimp limp and half step over your whole crew

Intimidating players like Jonah Lomu

It’s just something I made up but it’s so true

In church donating fivers we sniffed coke through

I’m a piece of shit with a gold hue

If you want something not doing I’m your go to

I suppose you already knew, two cans of Kezzy and a strawberry chew

But why you here though really?

Relax, kick back, let your beard grow curly

Arm round a crate like we’re oldest chums

Smoking lungs looking at pictures of old smoker’s lungs

Knobs like you who think you’re slippery and clever

But one sly move I treat you differently for ever

Knobs like you who think you’re slippery and clever

But one sly move I treat you differently for ever

Knobs like you who think you’re slippery and clever

But one sly move I treat you differently for ever

Knobs like you who think you’re slippery and clever

But one sly move I treat you differently for ever