You Can Sing Till You're Blind

[Verse 1: Dirty Dike]
I think of my decisions and the way I used to be
I am nothing but the rhythm and some music on a beat
I'm a grain on this planet, I was stupid to believe
In the fame, in the panic, in this music that I speak
A marked man, no big deal, I start making it
Take a bit of time out to find out what nature is
Since the age of 6, everyday I take the p*ss
*But you can see the pain I've caused and lately I'm ashamed of it*
Shave your tits is the kind of sh*t I take to chicks
You can use your hand now to raise and hit my face with it
God knows I deserve at least a slap
You've heard of me, the twat, who's being dirty with his raps
Flirting with a bag of drugs I've learned to give an actual f*ck
And turned around the maggots in my head and left the madness stuck
f*ck, is this me becoming a man?
Nah, is just a frisbee to jock at the fans

[Hook x2: Dirty Dike]
And you can sing 'till you're blind
I'll be sitting here swigging gin by the pint
Driving visions in your face with the word knife
Digging out my lyrics from my brain with a burnt spike

[Verse 2: Dirty Dike]
This is one false stream plus a couple of sick quotes
I surf on that sh*t, rubber duck or a sinked boat
A troublesome kid, but I struggle to switch old
I feel like I'm at my show juggling discos
*Oh, sh*t* And where the uncle Buck my drink go?
And why's that c*nt trying to bum that sick flow?
'Cause hip-hop to me is slowly melting in a pit of moan
I'm still sitting p*ssed at home, trying to leave this sh*t alone
Still figuring sh*t, I'm in a pickle shivering
Swigging gin thinking what a mystery my liver's been
Straight up solid abuse, properly bruised
It's way beyond a hobby and I'm sorry to prove
What dirtbag, sc*m-sucking, piece of sh*t lambdagger
Rapping 'bout the pork salute mally like a mad wanker
Tit grabber, nipple twister with a massive mouth
Still trying to bang your little sister in your dad's about

[Hook x2: Dirty Dike]