Dirty Dike - Serious Man Business lyrics

[Dirty Dike] Yo! Pow! I'm throwing rocks at Medusa Clock where you cotch with my optic maneuver I piss you off like a shot from the future My sock's full of goo with my co*k in the hoover Step to me? Man you're best to bring your weaponry I'm drunk with a machete tryna punch you with a set of keys Jabby jabby stab - now your skin be the key socket Beating MCs till they be screaming "Please stop it!" Knees knocking got you shaking in your boots I'm breaking in your room Buck naked with a noose f** faking it its true I'm stuck raving to the loop Of a suffocating baby duct-taping up the womb Mr. D-I-K-E-S-T-A-R Type of guy to take a sh** in your mates car I break gla** with your face and create scars Dictate the shape of your heart in my brain jars [Jam Baxter] The slang churner Leave your man's on the back burner You gra** man will get shanked with a frankfurter It's ma** murder See the beef happens When I reel out my three thousand meat cannons See I've been where your team hasn't To the brink and back I stink of raps I be pa**ion Getting beat with police batons Then I frantically wa*k in the back of the meat wagon Burn weed till my teeth blacken Then I'll stamp on your air force twos till your feet flatten These yats want a piece of my gammon steak Yeah, as long as when I jizz you evaporate - b**h I battle fake kids with a carrot cake And I gaffer tape fish to your scabby face Your tunes flop And my huge co*k is bigger than the buildings I piss from the roof of [Dirty Dike] Splash my paste on the back of a white witch Eyes twitch from left to right till my sides split I'll slash your face and make you smile like you like it bu*terfly knife sh**, f** you with a night stick I'm sick! I'm mentally insane I'm drenching you in pain Just for mentioning my name Spirals in my eyes With a wrench stood in the rain The stench of what I say Is from the henchness of my brain f** a paycheque I'm straight clenching on your face And collecting up the change In a mentalistic state I'll pretend to be your mate Stab you in the back Stamp on your skull till it fractures and it cracks Mr Magical with facts Manhandling your raps Dash them in a black bag with sandwiches and scraps I'm a vandalistic twat And you're nothing Monkey-puzzle jigsaw village country bumpkin