Dirty Dike
Am I wack like your first show
Or am I bad like a black magic curse
No im fat like a burst nose.
Clap from the back to the third row
Back slappin' birds am i just a sack
Of words and some cracked bones.
Am I lost in this bucket full of knuckleheads
f**ing messed
Stuffler when your drunk and theres nothing said.
Am I missin' out on love in my public bed
Nothing yet trust but im stuck puffin' d** instead.
Am I tough as lead 'cos what my mother said
Trapped 'til i spread rubbish dust now we're huggin' less.
Am I causing your husband some sudden stress
Or am i just another bunken thats under dressed.
None the less.
They say im fine like a sunken vest why
'Cos im f**ing fresh rhyming like drunken s**.
Am I trapped in the spiral of d** and d**h
The vinyl thats scratched or the cries when your mothers dead.
Im in your mind when it bubbles red
So im like five tons of trouble when theres nothing there
A sick muddle, am i a kiss or a big cuddle
Am I a big fat sh** or a sick puddle.
Am I the big muscle twitch when your b**h struggles
This is it juggle this script 'til i spit rubble
Quick swift and it sh** am i a big piss
Sick as the switchblade ripped by the thick stubble.
Am I normal or am i sane.
Shall i snorkel my way through the thoughts of my shallow brain.
And not pause 'til im back again
Am I gorpin' in pain at my war face or am i vain.
Am I the skin of the drum that your tappin' on
Clap along let your head snap to a happy song.
Am I a back stage pa** or a
Smile as wide as your fat mates arse.
My rap breaks stars and takes half your mates bars
Straight past ancient days and leaves great scars.
Leaves great f**ing scars. Yeah.
Am I the tit b**h the what is this the hot business
Its lost spirit and only stops to rock lyrics
A novelist with a lot of sh** in his esophagus
The doctor said stop but im lost so ive got to spit.
What is this. And thats an obvious blag
Am I captain piss mask got lost in me bag
Or a spot in your mag or a slag getting robbed off
God this is mad im just dodging the plan.
To escape the face and be free when i sufficate
Nothings changed drunk puffin' eighths in a f**ing state.
In a f**ing state.
Ed Scissortongue
Am I the missing link
Hobbit feet, tree swinging monkey grin.
Tectonic hint of a stoned faced chizzle chin
Am I the will to win
Like a million men who missioned in the depths of winter
just to stop nazi militia men pillaging their villages
Man am I the village idiot who dribbles my deliverance