Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Decible Dike, artist - Dirty Dike. Album song Bogies & Alcohol, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 04.07.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: High Focus
Song language: English
Decible Dike |
It goes, feet dragging on my way home |
I drank loads of that potion that favours my stage shows |
Fat crate loads that damage my health |
I’m just a twat getting bladder to embarrass myself |
I left my palace in a typical foul state |
A ciggie in my mouth, 50 quid on my house mate |
The city brick loud plate big sit in town, listen out |
'Cos when we get pissed the ground shakes |
Swagger down to the place where our friends be |
And lately the state of my glass never empty |
Im so pissed, but I won’t throw fists |
But I’ll grope chicks, open my clothes and I s’pose its |
Mr joke playing poker with no chips |
Rips in my clothes spent at nose bone and broke wrist |
Pass the phone bitch, I’m chatting more than women be, it’s killing me |
Slam doors, clamber in your limousine |
I’ve seen beasts with the greed from my testicles |
Beef in the street its Dirty D and Pete Decible |
We be the best of all drunks in the mud |
'Cos I’m a loud, messy for a Pete, just be the thug |
But trust me it’s love, nothing but a cuddle and hug |
Man we struggling to mumble as we jugglin' pubs |
A bumpkin above, jumping in a bucket of beer |
Like a noise making cock we’ll be fucking your ear |
I’m raps answer to shaggy lap dances |
And swagger in 'em bars with a massive black marker |
I’m tagging harder than raps off a pack of cards |
And it scars badder than a marriage getting slashed apart |
I’m madder than your dad’s fashions are |
In the crappest arms chatting to a slapper with a padded bra |
Vanish in my graphic bars |
The mad image mark magic that I’m travelling, and thats the arc |
But I’m sat back bladdered and embarrassed 'til I manage to adapt round having |
all this damage in my massive glass |
A bad habits like an addict’s arm |
With a jagged scar, tattoos and scabs round a stabbing marks |
So fuck a drinking club, I sink whisky and piss in a stinky pub |
While Pete winks at chicks, there’ll be 50 plus |
With strictly drunken dicks, till we sniff some drugs |