| Midget feast! |
| The hash burns…
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| I’ve never eaten a small person…
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| Yo, the scene equals MC’s sucking on each others nobs
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| A lot of same city cuddles over rubbish songs
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| A lot of lame shitty cover ups, the fuck is wrong?
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| You know your product’s not enough to justify the way you act
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| Lazy man fake attack, rapping like I made a track
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| But only other wankers in your radius are talking
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| Mate, come on, are you the jack of all trades?
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| You ain’t mastered shit before you package or play
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| You live inside a world of restrictions
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| Ain’t nothing more wonderful than cyphering the weak
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| Just stop and have a think for half a second
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| What you’re on about is way beyond comfortable
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| I’m diving in your deep
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| You’re crying in your sleep, blind to the sheep
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| Sellotape a siren to the lies and deceit
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| Shut up, fuck off and die proud
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| Cuz no one wants to see you make a mess of your stage
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| Try repressing your rage in an ethical way with an intellectual sentence on page
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| Question your brain, the messages you phrase
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| Nobody’s the same, but everybody’s marvelous
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| How the fuck you gonna sell a man a dream when he hasn’t got the tablets,
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| the neck & back & sleep?
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| Speaking in telepathy to me
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| You can spectate adventures but cleverly discreet
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| One time for your mind
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| Two time for your soul
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| Three time for your rhymes
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| You’re a dick
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| I don’t wanna be as blunt I am
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| But my tolerance for bollocks hit the floor with a splat
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| How the fuck were you born as boring as that?
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| How the fuck are you proud of drawing a cat?
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| Your simple little brain still amazes me
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| And it doesn’t make sense but it’s plain to see
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| I wouldn’t pay to see you play if you played for three days naked on a stage
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| full of razors, G
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| Is that the best of your ability? |
| Perhaps
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| And maybe we can kill it with soliloquies and facts
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| Mix a bit of spirit with the image, swig it back
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| Kill a slag in the middle of a village with an axe
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| Snatch the spinach, mister pillaging and that
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| Clocking figures, six million midgets in my flat
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| I leave the heating on, ordering a pizzas long
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| I got bored of the midgets, started eating one |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Feast, artist - Dirty Dike. Album song Sucking on Prawns in the Moonlight, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп