| Ow my toe, ow my finger, ow my head
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| Ow my head
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| Ow ow ow (Ow my head)
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| My foot hurts, I’m limping but I’ve looked worse
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| 11 fingers deep in a crooks purse
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| I can’t read but I’m beating off my book worm
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| Crook perm genius and delete it Mr. push first (Ow my head)
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| I scrape my shin to the naked skin
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| Looked away hating on my breaking splint, think
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| You take a picture of my face and grin
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| But all I wanna do is make a coke mix and rape a bin
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| Bacon chin, you got a face like a smashed pasty
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| I crash vans into river banks and act skanky
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| Pan bashing in my attic getting Anne Frankie
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| I bake pastry, E-honda, Hand wanky
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| Sticky sticky fist the city like I’m picky Nicky
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| Begging me for 50p, ridiculous and sippy sippy
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| Mr. Kissy, fuck you and your Christmas wishy
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| I tiger uppercut the business out your bitches chimney
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| Oww — is there a doctor in the house?
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| I’m fucked up and bleeding from the snout, like
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| Oww — is there a doctor in the house?
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| I’m fucked up and bleeding from the snout, like (Ow my head)
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| Oww — is there a doctor in the house?
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| I’m fucked up and bleeding from the snout, like
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| Oww — is there a doctor in the house? |
| (Ow my head)
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| Yo Doc, I’m fucked, still I’m up entertaining sensual finger painting
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| Sick of painting flows and killing shows un till the systems breaking
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| Master what my father passed me down
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| Though I’m barging passed the crowd not giving a fuck giving the hardest style
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| (Ow my had)
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| I’m in to rearranging (fuck off)
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| Product of changa ville, eyes red like the man of steel
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| I ain’t a man to steal unless I’m rolling with the merry men
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| Holding down the jungle like Kenny Ken
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| I keep it British like roast dinners and cream teas
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| Putting your soul into lyrics is what the scene needs
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| So I’ma keep it real for people that want their sound back
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| 'Cause nowadays we looking like a whole different species (Ow my head)
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| But parody rapping or latching onto the fans
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| Your band wagons looking like its all about to collapse
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| Fuck views, shares, likes and all that whack shit
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| I do this to make good music, fam and that’s it! |
| (Ow my head)
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| -Oww — is there a doctor in the house?
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| I’m fucked up and bleeding from the snout, like
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| Oww — is there a doctor in the house?
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| I’m fucked up and bleeding from the snout, like (Ow my head)
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| Oww — is there a doctor in the house?
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| I’m fucked up and bleeding from the snout, like
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| Oww — is there a doctor in the house? |
| (Ow my head)
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| I’ve got a hairline fracture on my middle toe, it’s probably fine
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| Worlds ending, put the kettle on and recline (chill)
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| But while we’re real lets make scrilla like J-Dilla
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| Mate, sip a beer, but straight jibba paint killer (Ow my head)
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| I bumped me knee on something G
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| What I’m trying to say is don’t fuck with me
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| Keeping it real, I’m feeling hostile, but (Ow my head)
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| I entered the room with a stapled on smile (look)
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| I had to get outside myself to find my inner peace
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| As cute as a puff puppy but I’m still a beast
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| My keepers ring the police when they see me off the leash
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| In the streets in a fleece, rare Hilfiger fleece (Ow my head)
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| A reprobate with a tax rebate
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| Fuck a brace mate, I Photoshop my teeth straight
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| I pose with the gwap, I’m over the top (money)
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| I re-follow trends I started ages ago but forgot! |
| (Ow my head) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ouch , by - Dirty Dike. Song from the album Acrylic Snail, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп