Next new message 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, return of the twat Return of the twat, return of the twat Return of the twat, return of the twat Return of the twat, return of the twat Return of the twat, return of the twat Return of the twat, return of the twat Return of the twat, return of the twat Return of the twat, return of the twat 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 Fifty-fifty balance, ask an audience to phone my friends I'm talking to an open door, withdrawing into frozen pens Spider graphs are forming in the thoughts within my broken head But lately I'm a slave to coke, 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 (This piece is) 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 in lesson of respect to 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 Return of the twat, return of the twat Return of the twat, return of the twat Return of the twat, return of the twat Return of the twat, return of the twat Return of the twat, return of the twat Return of the twat, return of the twat Return of the twat, return of the twat Return of the twat, return of the twat (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 till 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 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 stacker, man's madder than a box of frogs Return of the twat, return of the twat Return of the twat, return of the twat Return of the twat, return of the twat Return of the twat, return of the twat Return of the twat, return of the twat Return of the twat, return of the twat Return of the twat, return of the twat Return of the twat, return of the twat 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 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 blisterer 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 till her knees snap Feed that, a meat stack of beef, peel the peen back Was that too much? Return of the twat, return of the twat Return of the twat, return of the twat Return of the twat, return of the twat Return of the twat, return of the twat Return of the twat, return of the twat Return of the twat, return of the twat Return of the twat, return of the twat Return of the twat, return of the twat