| You’re talking out your arse, I’m talking out my mouth
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| You’re squarking out your bars while I’m walking out the house
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| And I don’t make the rules, I just play the game
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| And I won’t bring my balls for no shameless bit of fame
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| You’re sniffing up your ket, I’m sniffing up my coke
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| But I ain’t gonna magnify the difference in a bloke
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| You’re living off the dole, I’m living off my soul
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| And I don’t wanna bitch about the system when I’m old
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| I’m gonna buy some land, you’re gonna buy some drugs
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| You’re gonna find a slag while I’m gonna find some love
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| You’re smoking on a dick, I’m smoking on a spliff
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| You’re showing off your kids and I’m a chauvinistic pig
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| You’re ringing up your mum, I’m drinking with your dad
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| He’s pissing in the street while he’s fingering a slag
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| You’re living in a dream, I dribble in my sleep
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| You’re looking in the mirror while I’m spitting to this beat
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| You’re going to the fair, I’m going to the shops
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| You ain’t gonna hear my fucking album 'til it drops
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| You’re pissing in a bog, I’m pissing in a bush
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| You listen to the trickle, it’s a mission to the woods
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| You’re combing your hair, but nobody cares
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| I’m a scruffy fucker but my omen is rare
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| You’re over-prepared, I’m casually lax
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| I’m sat in the back of a taxi relaxed
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| And I don’t wanna prang, I just wanna chill
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| When you just wanna hang around with slappers eating pills
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| I just wanna fuck, you just wanna wank
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| Ladies and gents give a very big thanks and a round of applause
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| Man, you’re a nause
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| I don’t wanna hang around with mans any more
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| You’re trying to be my friend, I’m trying to be a dick
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| You’re trying to make it stick while I’m trying to get rid
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| (Verse 2 — Jam Baxter)
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| I’m straddling a pig, you’re a maggot in a wig
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| You’ve gone and bought your whole smackwagon to the gig, why’s it matter who
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| I’m with?
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| You’re chatting to a twig
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| You try and spit a verse and end up fracturing your ribs
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| And I don’t wanna judge, you’re on a lot of drugs
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| And yeah I know there’s one thousand ways to hold a grudge
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| But me I’m trying to speak, you’re just trying to preach
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| My ears about to stab itself and drink a pint of bleach
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| You’re talking to a child, I’m talking to a dwarf
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| With 5 drops of acid in a nice warm sauce
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| But you’re doing what you can, I’m doing what you can’t
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| You’re stuck being who you are, my whole crew’s who you aren’t
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| Backflipping to the past I’d return with a gun
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| You’d return with a badly drawn picture of your mum
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| You’re staring at my crotch, I’m try’na have a cotch
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| Spent the last 5 hours staring at my watch
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| Man I just wanna leave, you just wanna grieve
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| I’m long past hearing about the shit that you believe
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| See I turn up to The Shoobs, you turn up in a bush
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| Last seen suckling the virgin in the woods
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| Man I just wanna lounge, you just wanna scrounge
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| I got a pair of creepy little eyes I can gouge
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| And I’ll hand 'em to you, have a chat with your crew
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| I bowl around free, you’re entangled in glue
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| Gluey hands of a nonce, you’re banned from the swamps
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| I’m try’na cook an egg, you’re a cancerous ponce
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| I’m living on the edge, you’re living in a hedge
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| I’m try’na make an album, you’re try’na make a wedge
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| I’m calling you a chief, you’re calling the police
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| I’m trawling in the street and you’re absorbed in the mystique
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| Man I’m working for myself, you work for someone else
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| You watch the world turn while I watch the world melt
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| Shut up! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Me & You , by - Dirty Dike. Song from the album Sucking on Prawns in the Moonlight, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп