Dirty Dike - Am I lyrics

Dirty Dike Am I wack like your first show Or am I bad like a black magic curse No im fat like a burst nose. Clap from the back to the third row Back slappin' birds am i just a sack Of words and some cracked bones. Am I lost in this bucket full of knuckleheads f**ing messed Stuffler when your drunk and theres nothing said. Am I missin' out on love in my public bed Nothing yet trust but im stuck puffin' d** instead. Am I tough as lead 'cos what my mother said Trapped 'til i spread rubbish dust now we're huggin' less. Am I causing your husband some sudden stress Or am i just another bunken thats under dressed. None the less. They say im fine like a sunken vest why 'Cos im f**ing fresh rhyming like drunken s**. Am I trapped in the spiral of d** and d**h The vinyl thats scratched or the cries when your mothers dead. Im in your mind when it bubbles red So im like five tons of trouble when theres nothing there A sick muddle, am i a kiss or a big cuddle Am I a big fat sh** or a sick puddle. Am I the big muscle twitch when your b**h struggles This is it juggle this script 'til i spit rubble Quick swift and it sh** am i a big piss Sick as the switchblade ripped by the thick stubble. Am I normal or am i sane. Shall i snorkel my way through the thoughts of my shallow brain. And not pause 'til im back again Am I gorpin' in pain at my war face or am i vain. Am I the skin of the drum that your tappin' on Clap along let your head snap to a happy song. Am I a back stage pa** or a Smile as wide as your fat mates arse. My rap breaks stars and takes half your mates bars Straight past ancient days and leaves great scars. Leaves great f**ing scars. Yeah. Am I the tit b**h the what is this the hot business Its lost spirit and only stops to rock lyrics A novelist with a lot of sh** in his esophagus The doctor said stop but im lost so ive got to spit. What is this. And thats an obvious blag Am I captain piss mask got lost in me bag Or a spot in your mag or a slag getting robbed off God this is mad im just dodging the plan. To escape the face and be free when i sufficate Nothings changed drunk puffin' eighths in a f**ing state. In a f**ing state. Ed Scissortongue Am I the missing link Hobbit feet, tree swinging monkey grin. Tectonic hint of a stoned faced chizzle chin Am I the will to win Like a million men who missioned in the depths of winter just to stop nazi militia men pillaging their villages Man am I the village idiot who dribbles my deliverance