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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