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Dirty Dike

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    It's the Mr. Melonskin
    Sicker than he's ever been
    And this time your sister's been slipping into bed with him
    So is the bitch intelligent?
    That shit's irrelevant
    He's tickling her belly ring and whispering and staring in her
    Eyes I think, but her thighs are nicer
    And the half price cider is right inside
    So it's a tight decider, he lies right beside her
    While his eyes shine white like there's fire inside
    A nice guy if he tried, he tries never kids
    Negatives fly by his life like he's never lived
    So high, well ahead of spliffs
    "Well enough of this"
    Back to the muffin tits and a fat jug of piss
    Fanny slap rubber lips
    Gash fuck sucking shit
    Love it bitch, what I need to twat and some oven chips
    Sudden twitch, he's cumming in your mother's hips
    Cuddling her under the covers when your husband jips
    Off to work this office jerk lost his bird
    Cause he got fucking tossed and burnt
    So when the frost emerged, he lost his words, "What!"
    And the cost of it shown in his posture curve
    "So what's it worth?"
    A half priced melonskin suit with a charlie supply through a medicine tube
    Intelligence bruised and now he's back in a sandstorm
    And there's no backing down from a casual mad thought
    To smashing her back doors of animal slag whores
    And come on man we all know that you've had yours
    And that's why I'm sit tight in my melonskin
    Separate me from the world that the devils in
    The slumber of ketamine, but fun isn't everything
    Love isn't wedding rings nor is it match made
    Heavens in a sad game, destined to cascade
    I just rap to express, but that's lame

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    We get [?] Marshall B-Clash, on a street dash
    Self reclaimed relapse up on the weed hash
    Whos back?
    Scratch tracks like a heat rash
    Hatch the sweet raps for the back packing anoraks
    So just relax, wrap a ten sack of the greens
    Smite, get smash worse then the Jeep crash
    Three cacks, scallywags streak on the people in sea labs
    Lean back, shoot swoops like Steve Nash
    These facts, mind from the darkest of minds
    My timeline times 9 equals awesome designs
    Can't find dark sides of the Moon where I stride
    Booze till I'm blind, abuse the white pigeons and pint
    "It's alright"
    I know I'm destined for the harshest demise
    Like a meteorite piercing the sky and breaking my spine
    My life reminds me daily of the stupidest sights
    Like summer riding a bike down [?] without any lights
    Will cypher the size of great infamy
    Follow the light, but finds the gods who got it in for me
    From adulthood to infancy
    Scrutinize the paragraphs until my fucking eyeballs bleed
    Realign the symmetry with symphonies
    Cause it's the same old sentiment
    Education of the evidence is irrelevant
    Just beat the pestilence
    Oh man I roll like a hell-a-bent elephant
    With the four elements in [?]
    "It's evident"
    Penguins in eloquence in my city scape
    As the city wakes I'm on the rooftop spitting hate
    Pretty patterns over gritty breaks
    At a later day
    Slip away like the hell [?]
    So sit and wait till you're all in a silly state
    Having dreamy days on your purple haze on a daze
    Take a city break
    Get away, chill, swim in lakes
    Blissfully [?] from the sickest grapes
    It's the craze
    Just another sort of way to lose it
    Loose lead movement
    Loose, the tunes stupid
    To me, frequently the mic's like a rubix
    That's why I'm constantly lost in this monkey puzzle music
    I say: It's the craziest, another sort of way to lose it
    Loose lead movement
    Loose, the tunes stupid
    To me, frequently the mic's like a rubix
    That's why I'm constantly lost in this monkey puzzle music

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    Composición: Dirty Dike y Ed Scissortongue

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