Future Posse Cut One Thousand Songtext
von Dirty Dike

Dirty Dike:
Yeah.
Uh.
It's all.It's all distorted.
And its awkward.
I stab an orphan.
With an orchid.
and pork sword it.
Then I feed it to a swordfish
Awesome shit.
Shavin' a pasty
I'm r*pin' David Blaine with an ashtray
He's like "Please stop it"
He's Wallace and she's
Gromit, Bangin' on the moon
Stranglin' for boon,
Kick him in the fanny then I bang it with a broom
I'm in lesbian prison.
Dyin' on my own
Cryin' at the throne
violent with the bone
pull the bone off and snap if in half
(lol)
I'm just havin' a laugh

Are we ready?

Are we ready? r-r--r-ready?

I'm just havin' a laugh

Are we ready?
r-r-ready

I I I I I-I'm just havin a laugh


These years are gold years
I won't ever be rich
Fuck a life ima live mine whatever it is
I'll get in a whip
And drive like a hedonist prick
Forgettin' I'm pissed and high not to mention a sniff
I never question what I got in my brain
I'm not afraid
I'm the most honest nov in the game
With a gob like a drain
I'm obnoxious and lazy
And still gettin' props in a cotch full of ladies
Baby
and I aint gonna pay unless you pay me
And make me a shake eggs bacon or baked beans
Never catchin' feelings actin' weak and all emotional
I simply catch a beat when I'm erratic and I vocal all
Sociable
overly so, but Fuck Passive
I chat shit loads and you know my tongues magic
My drug habit and clothes are both free
'till I come home blacked in this homeless bloke's jeans
Hi,
My names Steven
Would you like a little bit of company this evening?
you can bring the wine,
I'll get the cheese and
Nah fuck that let's get absolutely streaming!
Tell the bouncer I'ma bring a gram of weed in
Back stage at a rave with the grave(?) chief'n
bag a bag of (beef?) till I start to lose the feelin'\
in my face matches(?) the place till we're hangin from the ceilin'
Team (hate?) SMB that's the link up
Truck a load but the whole party stink up
There's a prize at the bottom love, drink up
Fuck the respect
I want the money and my dick sucked
Hawaiian shirt on my back, (splash)
Cool run-ins, rockin' that john candy swag
in fact what you want is penis (?)
so I tell her that she's better on top like my team is
Whose that dashing young exec making power moves
in the board room
who told his secretary to never put your calls through?
Not me
But picture that level of ignorance
and triple it and I will still be more rude
fuck your crew
I'm like Jaws, you're more like Jaws II
Same sorta thing, not as good,
poor you
I'm like bishop(?) but with more juice
Unzip my flies then I put them in your suit
(word play)
Word to my potential unborn kids
Rappers forfeit and turn yellow like jaundice
Don't like my shit?
Well horses for courses
But my guess is you're the sort of prick
who thinks ballin' would be scorin' with a Geordie shore chick
do u remember Yorker trip(?) you probably saw her in a spot
that probably cost 40 quid
My name is dr syntax I'm on some awesome shot
but you already knew that didn't you
of course you did
It's pannin' out and I ain't found no gold yet
Find me where the surface is wet but there's no mold yet
I'm all in and rappers start to fall past the stage
but for an old vet
puttin' holes in the circles where the soul left
Blow clefts through smoke rings to test my aim
don't play notes just B flat linin' them again
keep what i C# cuz this world can get insane
Fuck lies, Fuck blame, Fuck pride, Fuck shame
I'm a simple creature
Gimme a dame and big sack of reefer
And I'll smile like my dicks making a mouth deeper
A west of savior speaker
spring a leak in a steady flow to zone on another bangin' Dike feature
Shit I might teach ya
Might not, might make you spak out and kick a hole in your right speaker
Tryina make this music ugly but beautiful
So kids could uck(?) but not the head because it's musical
So. if you hate my guts you can choke on my balls
And I'll take a picture of it just to post on your wall
I ain't blaggin' you up
Trust me I'm an arrogant cunt
A savage a drunk Fuck and apparently scum
Just because I get my kick out of embarrassing chumps
And taggin' their drums
Yeah I'm a vandal for fun
Smokin' fags just to damage my lungs
Screamin' life's too short
While I'm neck-in neat brandy and rum
I do music for a livin'