Typical Daze - Dirty Dike

I wake late for a typical day

Of getting pissed till it’s difficult, but isn’t it strange?

It ain’t 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

Can’t buy half the laughs in this harsh life

I ask why and all I get is an odd look

Of friends trying to answer this nonsense with God books

It’s me missing maths and my head can’t figure sums

Hitting drums, licking out your sister with a vicious tongue

With a little run for your money, sprint 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 sluts love with your little slug

It’s 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