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[Intro: Dirty Dike] Riding about on my fucking tricycle Sixteen ice creams in my pocket Ain't no thing you can do to stop me borrowing a quid off your dad [Verse 1: Dirty Dike] I don't give a flying fuck if you're a violent cunt I been climbing up these pylons pissed and writing love I been CS gassed in sheds in front of Simon's mum Life is fun, I've never felt the need to cry or buy a gun Most of the time I'm just here for the rinse All the beer that I've drank Still feels weird when I think Will kill fear with a blink Still chill here with a grin like Open mouth full of duck skin Rolling round in my love pit With my fuck pig Deep breath on my trumpet Got Keith Wet on my drum kit Dumb shit It doesn't make sense What does, bitch? I sold drugs in clubs, got busted And now I know a place never gonna trust him But you love him Same time, you say fuck him, he's disgusting Last man ever put your trust in There ain't a feminist that ain't discussed him Like, whoopsie, daisy who I don't really wanna get blazed with you I been blazing away since the 90s And I got a bit of passive in the 80s too I got one fake job and the paper chute I make tunes on the MP baby proof I got a wonky eye and a lazy tooth I went YOI but I made it through [Verse 2: Jam Baxter] Yeah Feeling like a welfare-fat child glued to a nuclear warhead, soaring Warm endorphins spewed from a hole in the forehead soaking the world I walk in Yep, sellin em a dream Never gonna burn out, never gonna bleed We all just hit a new level of malevolence Neck a little medicine, wrestle the machine I was in a whirlpool reproducing Find your girl by the speaker, puking In the back room, lashed where the beats are moving It's 11am with my Fenibut Up late, sunrise crew If you relate, we're scum like you Yeah I view the events of the day as a series of sumptuous slugs I chew So, good luck with your empire cuz I live my life like a exile does Sleeping around, got my ex riled up I just sat there watching the debt pile up You couldn't be less like us I couldn't be more like me Can't enter my future, you weren't on the list These newborn pawns ain't brought ID Imma get waste spend all my p Your blurred out faces are all I see Sure my G, you keep talking Just how boring can your life be? That's me, the elegant stranger Wrapped in an illusion of megalomania I turned up drunk and resented your friends with the trembling fresh severed head of a traitor [Verse 3: Rag'n'Bone Man] Fuck your friends, I ain't getting the drinks in I won't settle the bill and I won't fill up a clear Oh you ain't having your fill at 8, din-dins I don't lip sync, I don't mime I will fill up a dance cos I put in the graft No you ain't having half, it's all mine Who's watching? When I pull up a chair, put two in the air, it's all slime I go to bed with a tool Cos I ain't been the same since I took garies at school So who's betting on the fat kid, with the devil in his eyes and a matchstick Every ting bless to the quiet kids, cos you can't call dribbling a tactic So go get your lads, prick I been saving this rage for a rainy day Clouds gone greyer than an ash tip So let's bury these twats quick All this waffling, gassing and hollering won't do shit like a cocked spliff On the cold shit, you see that breh with his teeth out, just poke it Everyone's up to their old tricks, like no shit Praying that I don't see the same old cunts when I'm walking around in my old bits I take my tea, that golden brown Hold it up, I don't hold it down I been patiently waiting on your demise so when the goon squad rise I'll take the crown Ain't a crown, you kissed the rein Shut the cake hole, oh, hail the king You've been around these cunts so long, set fire to the trees and the woods you're in Woods you're in, woods you're in You've been around these cunts so long, set fire to the trees and the woods you're in