Rant - Mr Boss, Dirty Dike

You’re all reading it

Balls deep believing it

All catching feelings, but you call me the idiot

I don’t receive a bit of peace of any breeze you spit

But somehow you all seem to dream without a decent kip

I guess my words mean more than I thought

But I’m ignorant as fuck with the torture I sport

Cause you to applaud and snorkel through the portion of pork

To get your grubby little paws on my porcelain sword

With all mechanisms, force fed whatever’s given

Television, internet and episodes of Better Livin'

You better give in to the telephones and clever trickin'

Tescos are well ahead of anything, you’re ever biggin'

It’s less forgiving, man it’s business at best

So we’re best to get a rhythm singing lyrics of death

I quiver with stress

Thinking how my kids will accept this shitty mess that we live in as we give it

to them

It’s all poetry, everything I speak seems to focus me

A total belief explodes from a potion of hope and peace

I cross my fingers, hope to die when I float inside and skydive a solar systems

sky with my open eyes

Keep following, I’m 'phewing' like its funny

But don’t spit the dummy

And go ring your mummy

One man, one tongue, one rusty headless shit

And somehow you cunt flaps have all come to wrestle it

I go 'blah, blah, blah, blah, blah,' in your ears prick

Weird kid, simbots and click while the tears drip

It isn’t fun getting tackled by a stripper’s mum who’s risen up a kid to suck a

dick like he’s a bit of fun

Mrs dump, why you trying to justify it?

The only simple answer is your job, you havn’t done it right

Better luck another time, see you in another life

My fan base is massive, you’re embarrasing your grobby mind

Fuck my life, you care more than I do

You come to get respect and if we met I wouldn’t like you

More like I spite you, get pissed and bite you

Incite every member of your crew with a knife too

This song is for all the sensitive people

All you tramps, baron, sensitive weird fuckers

With no skin

Just muscle tissue

Sensitive bones

Weak brains

No personality… characterless

Peen receivers

Chatting bare cheddar for the fun of it

Some people seem to think that that’s a bit off key

Brother if you ain’t having no fun go home

Son your so glum

Chatting bare cheddar for the fun of it

Some people seem to think that that’s a bit off key

Brother if you ain’t having no fun go home

But son, I love this bit

Give a fuck, you can suck a dick