Dirty Dike, Fliptrix - Great Attempt lyrics

So welcome to the fat naked
Version of a great attempt
A person who needs a quick
Detergent and a basic cleanse
I'm coming certain like a
Sturdy vegetated stem
Flirting with my brain again and
Perching on this breaking fence
The word for me is take the services but
Pay the debts and never take offense
You know I'm dirty and you rate the stench
I leave you burning up and
Verging on a rape attempt
In nothing but a skirt and gloves to
Learn to fucking make some friends
Spend, all your cash at once on anything
Except a gram of ketamine
Or any slapper's wedding ring
You get the slow clap
And clattered with adrenaline
And whacked around the head until your
Neck flaps a flappy chin
Sing, I wear a hash bib for hot rocks
Ad libs are made of shit
And cats piss you nobcock knock knock
Who's there? Who cares? Can we cotch?
I got a gram of posh
20 Tramadols and have 'em washed
So we can wash some crack and have
A good old fashioned trammy off
Take our trousers off and shout
About it in an album, what
Proud of being out of stock
I sell a bunch of better stuff i'm clever
Fuck an everlasting effort like
A severed cunt and fuck a club who bangs up
A punter just for selling drugs
Your lucky Toby never filled that
Pig's head with petrol up
So who's the moralistic crusading cow on ice?
The coward type who only shouts about
It when he's out at night
And only counts the pounds and never spends
So all his stories end in awkwardness with
Snore patterns pouring through
His boring head
So smell the roaring breath of
CP and breathe deep as we breed a scene like
A chief leaves his teepee (Keep clean)
Please, I get as bored as a Ouija
Six speed course, I was born popping wheelies
Now all applaud at my jaw dropping freebies
You're mopping stage floors and copping
All of my CDs

Remember this wild night with
Scissor on whites driving
Me hitting the vapes
Sky high in the front wyling
Dike, Sammy and Baxter in the back
They're mad hyping
No boombox, we be boxin a rap cypher
Tiny car bouncing like slag when
A man rides her feds see the shit and then
Pull us with the sirens
Car stinking of skunk
Think that there's more in the trunk
Only the driver ain't drunk, we're fucked
Ain't faking a funk
Gave 'em some bud, they took it
Waved us along now
Probably getting blazed to this song
(nah, that's raw)
Got away cuz we're above the law
Got a name cuz they raw like
Cut veins when they pour been poor
Made change now we make change from it all
Ain't in the same lane as before
The name says it all (High Focus)
Take a highly educated guess
My rhymes are motions
That with the 5 of the best strains
3 types of nang cobras
I am in the lions den, 3 eyes open
Formulating plans to take out my opponents
No lies, the cro flies, it flies potent
Red eye, symbolising my mind in a moment
Racing, skies part as I ascend through
The cracks in the paving
Pacing, life's a taxing occasion
Patience could turn you into a patient
Don't like your occupation? Change it and
Stop complaining about your pain
It's your life you're wasting
Brain remains in a wastebin
Make peace, take dreams
Realise 'em and embrace 'em
HF originate since day we been
Out on the stages
We're not about the status
It has taken us places
This ain't a label it's
A family who's gracious
Outrageous, out of our mind
Out of the box and on a wavelength
Forever elevating