The Four Owls, Dirty Dike - Much Too Much lyrics

My styles straight, miraculous
Treat me like a Dracula
Don't try and call me blud
I'll bite your throat and spit it back at ya
Spit vernacular crack at ya
Crush your motherfucking planet like
My boy Galactus does
Most MCs are wack and it's a
Fact that they're actors cuz
Make a back catalog without
A single classic bruv
Owl's got you backing up
Bangers straight stacking up
Big Daddy Owl like a pimp
When I'm rapping Bruv hip hop's my bitch
You better watch how you handle her
Mistreat my woman I'll track you
Down like she's Pamela
Trample you like a mammoth with
Maddest amounts of stamina
Standing behind a van with a
Hammer about to damage ya
Causing a fucking massacre
Shanking you with an antler
Let you cry for help while
Deformed Wing amples ya
Bang out the baddest beat
Then repeat it while we're stamping ya
Let your corpse rot before i
Feed it to tarantulas
I'm on some nightmare shit
What I say is too much I don't give a shit

I pull your spine out your mouth
And stab you with it
While chatting your bird up at the std clinic
Dump you in the pacific until they fish it
And drag you out the net like
Your album when they miss it
Get your sister to kiss dicks
Stealing mad shit
SO she can buy me chains till
I look just like Slick Rick
Pummeling her pink pit
Painting her walls like a big marker ink tip
Shut up slut, eat dick
That's it, as I'm feeding her my pearls
Got so many lines
They could reach around three worlds
All I leave is raspberry swirls
And barely walking girls
I pull my beast out and your
Slump just hurls like blargh
All over the shop, she calls me Doctor
Got the fake gynecologist look unlock you
You must've forgot she plays
Piggy in the middle no riddle
She be fiending for the nuts like a squirrel

Slut, I'm on some wet clown shit
What I say is too much I don't give a shit
I'm on some puppy nose tip
What I say is too much I don't give a shit
I'm on some wet oyster shit
What I'm saying's too much I
Don't give a shit

I take the piss and take the
Crown while I take it easy
Any rappers standing nearby feel
Shook and wheezy
There's a new part of the bible
Called the book of BVA
Don't wash for a year and
My shit still ain't cheesy
I'll hold it down like
Your house's foundations
You'll get taken for a walk
If you're found hating
To any big ball rapper
I'm spitting castrations
Fuck you up in one bar
Just cos I lack patience
I chat shit as long as the
Words fit and I'm rhyming
Walk around head high
Just like I run this island
They're all cubic zirconia
But me I bring the diamonds
Quartz crystals in my mind so
I never slip on timing i love a bitch
But everyday I suck my own dick
My head's fucking massive but somehow
It still won't fit
And I won't stop until everybody hates me
Cos I'm a fucking prick but every
Single thing I make's deep

Yo, I'm on some far out shit
What I say is too much I don't give a shit
Break toilets when we drop our shit
Cos what I say is too much
I don't give a shit
I'm on some far out shit
What I say is too much I don't give a shit

The dirty freak
Every single pervert has heard of me
And any piece of skirt that
Serves herpes with burgermeat
I tell a slut to shut up
And give her purse to me
The worst you see a person on this
Earth to be absurd is me
Certainly, I pay to fuck a bird
And give her dirty pee
A pair of dirty knees and leave her
Scared of what she's learned to be
Work for free? I'd rather grab a
Quack-pig and fuck it's head tug it's flesh
Cuddle it and fuck it
Till there's nothing left
I'm the wanker with the clever gob, what?
Plus I'm the twat who put a
Banger through your letter box
I killed a cat just out of
Anger and I never stopped it's real as that
When we strangle for you head to pop
Desperate not what I got the
Pick of the bunch
Taking bitches off the list while
They're fixing their cunts
I'm literally blunt
And if this shit isn't enough?
I'll take a big swig from the piss in the cup

I'm like yo i'm on some nightmare shit
Take a razor blade straight to your clitoris
I'm on some dikestar shit
Cos my name is not James it is triple six
I'm on some owl's claw shit
What I say is too much for you little pricks
I'm on some syndicate shit, Flock about
Sitting in your living room pissed

Ay yo, I lost my brain
Found a cotching place up on top of graves
Do a lot of dirt and I'm not ashamed
Got a flame that I hold to em, learn bitches
Now my competition are nothing
But burn victims
Cut the lights out turn the cameras off
You sense danger like swimming in the amazon
While I climb a church spire and I dangle off
Slamming shots
Wanking off with the hand of god
While them fools sound Pampers soft
That's why I trample on them
Temper flairs, goddamn anger problem
I'm Bruce Banner with a temper
I balance my agenda
While embarrassing contenders
You x-factor try out, die now, painfully
Aim, release, bulls-eye
You're off to meet your maker g
I don't know what they make of me
I'm self made, but that's funny
Cos you could still make my tea