Dirty Dike - Posse Gang Eight Million (feat. Remus, Ocean Wisdom, Jam Baxter, Lee Scott, Dabbla) lyrics

[Dirty Dike] When i lived in a background space Sat down spack with a sad clown face And my mates all trapped in a bag down state (Sniff) Mouth tastes like a stack full of hate Brains all mashed like a bag of potates Sound clash? Maybe i slapped sounds face And escape crash land on a maxed out base I'm a wasteman, fact, well that's what they say But i smash more tunes than you Stuck to the game like super glue f** rearranging a rubiks cube I stay true, Pick a place and the music proves that I'm Hardworking, grafting, dedicated Make beats and i never take sh** Make peace with the enemy i'll f** them in the arse When they least expect me to struggle with the past Bang bang boogie said up jump the fat plam Had fans pushing up Bum rush the Jam Crash land cushion enough fun to have so i couldn't give a f** about a sad old slag (Hahaha) I just wanna sit here chillin' Couldn't give a piss about your kids or women This is jigsaw Britain we live in and i don't fit in How they gonna feel him when he sh**tin on the riddem Mate I'm just taking the piss Break In the crib and I'm taking the kids I don't give a sh** if you lift weights everyday ripped and your chicks best mates with a pig I'm Still gonna smash sh** right up (ooff) Still gonna gag lines up with a snorkel Still gonna build my *** And watch p**n films on pills like normal How you ever gonna test me fool? Ring up the pigs and arrest me? cool Ride the bird and one hand on my toilet seat and get out with a sentence small Pissing in the wind like soaking Shut up b**h I'm joking When I'm on a track i just say what i want Cause i ain't all prang, I'm open [Jam Baxter] Aefiaef [Lee Scott] [Dabbla]