Return of the Twat

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Received today at 3: 15pm
Fucking dick
It’s Dike
I need BPMs for beats, I’m at the studio
Sort me out, ring me on this number, bye
Uh, uh, uh, fuck
Peel the peen back
Return of the twat x 16
Yo, I’ve been sniffing drugs and writing raps all on my own again
My nose has bled and everything I know is screaming go to bed
50/50 balance, ask an audience to phone my friends
I’m talking to an open door, withdrawing frozen pens
Spider graphs are forming in the thoughts within my broken head
But lately I’m a slave to maybe I’m just so depressed
Either way I’ll re-arrange the demons in my leaky brain
And try to speak the truth on every beat and never seem insane
But I’ve been punching double-glazed windows in the street again
break I see the mirrored images of me in pain
It’s getting weird
Weirder than the prison is unless she’s here
I never climb lesson of respect what your head’ll fear
Never beer, cut the middle man and swig a pint of gin
And dribble liquid nitrogen until my little eyeballs spin
I think of this delightful spinning individual life we live
And sink into a minefield of simpletons and silent
(You can’t say that)
I’ll fucking say what I want
You pricks couldn’t stop me with a mace in my gob
I’m treating rapping like it’s wanking 'til I’m breaking my cock
And if I’m honest I’m ashamed of what we’re rating as pop
We’re celebrating like a bunch of naked alien gods
Laying in slob, wasting in this crater of knobs
I wait patient, sitting with a glimmer in my eye
Like I’m looking in the mirror and this isn’t a disguise
A vision of the wise
With a sprinkle of the light/delight
I’m a system overload, your mind’d sink into the night
And I’ve been thinking this for time
It’s a shitty bitter world we live
Gimme a whiskey and a pretty little girl to fist
Mad stabber when I’m strangling the lamb dagger
Fat slappers getting dazzled by my glam swagger
Flank steaker man’s madder than a box of frogs
SloshPots gotta wash
I’ll leave her socket bust
Penis popping like a rocket screaming off the god
I’m all about the sandwich drip
Your pasty lips all wrapped round a manly stick
of bitch
Pound it and drown the kids
With the wrists slit
Listen to the sound of piss
I’m quick to stick fists in her
The piss-listener, I’m quick to stick fists in her
I build bricks and sticks to kill Nicola
Still ripping your knickers, the real blister
And giving you meal tickets to visit that’s still dicking ya
And I’m a dickhead certified
Dirty Dike, turning life into pimp sex world at night
Your pussy looking like a bacon and cheese wrap
I’m making the thing clap
Naked so please that
Terminator penetrate her til her knees snap
Feed that, a meat stack of beef, peel the bean back
Was that too much?