[Hook: Dirty Dike] x2

It goes, feet dragging on my way home
I drank loads of that potion that favours my stage shows
Fat crate loads that damage my health
I'm just a twat getting bladder to embarrass myself

[Verse 1: Dirty Dike]

I left my palace in a typical foul state
A ciggie in my mouth, 50 quid on my house mate
The city brick loud plate big sit in town, listen out
'Cos when we get pissed the ground shakes
Swagger down to the place where our friends be
And lately the state of my glass never empty
Im so pissed, but I won't throw fists
But I'll grope chicks, open my clothes and I s'pose its
Mr joke playing poker with no chips
Rips in my clothes spent at nose bone and broke wrist
Pass the phone bitch, I'm chatting more than women be, it's killing me
Slam doors, clamber in your limousine
I've seen beasts with the greed from my testicles
Beef in the street its Dirty D and Pete Decible
We be the best of all drunks in the mud
'Cos I'm a loud, messy for a Pete, just be the thug
But trust me it's love, nothing but a cuddle and hug
Man we struggling to mumble as we jugglin' pubs
A bumpkin above, jumping in a bucket of beer
Like a noise making cock we'll be fucking your ear
[Hook] x2

[Verse 2: Dirty Dike]

I'm raps answer to shaggy lap dances
And swagger in 'em bars with a massive black marker
I'm tagging harder than raps off a pack of cards
And it scars badder than a marriage getting slashed apart
I'm madder than your dad's fashions are
In the crappest arms chatting to a slapper with a padded bra
Vanish in my graphic bars
The mad image mark magic that I'm travelling, and thats the arc
But I'm sat back bladdered and embarrassed 'til I manage to adapt round having all this damage in my massive glass
A bad habits like an addict's arm
With a jagged scar, tattoos and scabs round a stabbing marks
So fuck a drinking club, I sink whisky and piss in a stinky pub
While Pete winks at chicks, there'll be 50 plus
With strictly drunken dicks, till we sniff some drugs

[Hook] x3