[Verse 1: Dirty Dike]
She's on the rinse
Standing in the party by the sink
Grinding for the slight chance to party from his drink
The cleave popping out the top and what can only be described as a tit cloth she hasn't washed properly
Sloppily, she hovers on the trot across the property
Tryin' cop a piece of what you got and want to know for free
She got raped in '98 the whole party knows
But still seems to dance about and flirt with loads of army bros
She's hardly broke
She's packing pennies in the piggy, and still stood begging for a ciggie, its silly
I wanna kick her straight in the puss
Strip the b**h naked and take her to the woods
But my boy's been chasing it and waiting for the look
And it's a sure sh** shame when your mates are getting took
It's like look
These are our friends, our drinks, our house, our weed, our baccy, our cook
He's not stopping her
Fiend for the popular spots, she keeps stealing every bottle you pop
You wanna smack her if she does it again
But you won't because a bloke you've known way back is f**ing her friend
So let the troubles commence - give a f** if she's hench
Get your mrs round the gaff to stick a plug in her wench
Rip the knickers off the slag and leave her stuck on a bench
With hundreds of men, erupting as she's s**ing a length
[Hook]
Yo
Why'd you always have to be in the kutch
Trynna author straight sh** like you're queen of the co*ks (like the queen)
And who exactly in this room is your friend
You got told last week and now you do it again
And really, another f**ing rizzla from me
When the shops up the road and the lift comes free
And I don't ask to make it clear
You're a sh** c*nt f** pig waste of beer
[Verse 2: Dirty Dike]
Now she's dropping hints about the d** you got
Acting like she hasn't got a clue about her money, stop
Devious b**h you saw me wailing and said you didn't have a f**ing penny left to pay for sh**
But now you're telling everyone on the sly
That I'll be dishing out the product like a popular guy
You hover for time
Slopping off my bottle of wine
You f**ing stomp round the party like you're Optimus Prime
These bollocks are mine!
When you fall asleep you're getting teabagged
Each slag report to Sammy B for the meat slam
When things don't go your way, you're f**ing chuxxed up about like you own the place
Ya acting like you havn't got some bones to break
So for face you better go and phone some mates
Mate it's over, you're making everybody stay sober
And taking what you want when you ain't paid, doner
Swigtastic kick the b**h back with a big spin twizzle to misty flip sack
I'm bringing facts out the back of any slappa chatting graff
With a big fat black, rampant, rabbit, attack!
You're in my habitat, blagging what you pack in your bag
Get your own f**ing baccy out you actual slag
You're mad casual, erratic as a matter of fact
Get the f** out the gaff, grab your ankles and clap
[Hook]
You're a sh** c*nt f** pig waste of beer x2
You're a sh** c*nt f** x2
You're a sh** c*nt f** pig waste of beer