Lyrics Pork Pie - Dirty Dike

Pork Pie

Yeah, less of that soppy bullshit
Let’s try and liven things up a little bit
Yeah, you’re back in tune to your favorite wanker
Hahahaha, make noise if your bored of your life
I bring a massive bag full of compost and Constant beats
Stomp my feet and watch what I want to see
Obnoxious freak lost in a monster’s teeth
I got P, sqashed beef and I drop the beans
I spill gravy, I’m still just a little bit crazy
Me and Jay killed every single gig lately
Been a bit cagey, the skinny kid shaky
The lyricist played by the sniff he spit rabies
Listen, Chris made me, the hippy kid maybe
Still I see the difference in this shit abyss plainly
Pick 'n' mix baby covered in the future
Jugglin' the truth like I’m stuck in a computer
Fuck it, you’re in tune to the troubles of a loser
Cuddlin' a cube love and suck it like a hoover
Nothing but the truth, gettin buggared in a room
Full of fantasized punishment smothered on the tune
You better walk by or get force fed a pork pie
Your wife was knocking on my door like all night
I talk shite, snort lines and I’m E’d up
Clean cut guys get tortured and beat up
Mr. D just walks in the street
Fuck talking to tree stumps, roaring on police trucks
Catch me chopping off a fat rock of Chaplin
Hats off my raps got the back drop collapsing
I’ll match what you can bring
Has been I’ll have you in a backspin embarrassed
Sitting battered with a hand print
«Yeah that’s him!
Yeah The breh with the funny hat
Wearing a rubbish bag»
Yeah, yeah shut it slag
Mouth shut, I got the pimp hand amped up
A loud cunt known to shout stuff and leave your house fucked
Mr. Partyman after sippin' lager cans
I sniff half a gram and charm the piss from your auntie’s pants
I’m bored of my life
Talking my shite
Snorting my lines
Like pork to the pie
Bored of my life
Talking my shite
Snorting my lines
Like pork to the pie
I’m bored of my life
Talking my shite
Snorting my lines
Like pork to the pie
Bored of my life
Talking my shite
Snorting my lines
Like pork to the pie