Naive - Great Attempt lyrics

[Verse 1: Dirty Dike] So welcome to the fat naked version of a great attempt A person who needs a quick detergent and a basic cleanse I'm coming certain like a sturdy vegetated stem Flirting with my brain again and perching on this breaking fence The word for me is take the services but pay the debts and never take offense You know I'm dirty and you rate the stench I leave you burning up and verging on a rape attempt In nothing but a skirt and gloves to learn and f**ing make some friends Spend, all your cash at once on anything Except a gram of ketamine, or any slapper's wedding ring You get the slow clap and clattered with adrenaline And whacked around the head until your neck flaps a flappy chin Sing, I wear a hash bib for hot rocks Ad libs are made of sh** and cats piss you nobco*k Knock knock, who's there? Who cares? Can we cotch? I got a gram of posh, 20 Tramadols and have 'em washed So we can wash some crack and have a good old fashioned trammy off Take our trousers off and shout about it in an album, what Proud of being out of stock, I sell a bunch of better stuff I'm clever, f** an everlasting effort like a severed c*nt And f** a club who bangs up a punter just for selling d** Your lucky Toby never filled that pig's head with petrol up So who's the moralistic crusading cow on ice? The coward type who only shouts about it when he's out at night And only counts the pounds and never spends So all his stories end in awkwardness with snore patterns pouring through his boring head So smell the roaring breath of CP and breathe deep As we breed a scene like a chief leaves his teepee (Keep clean!) Please, I get as bored as a Ouija Six speed course, I was born popping wheelies Now all applaud at my jaw dropping freebies You're mopping stage floors and copping all of my CDs [Verse 2: Fliptrix] Remember this wild night with Scissor on whites driving Me hitting the vapes, sky high in the front wyling Dike, Sammy and Baxter in the back, they're mad hyping No boombox, we be boxin a rap cypher Tiny car bouncing like slag when a man rides her Feds see the sh** and then pull us with the sirens Car stinking of skunk, think that there's more in the trunk Only the driver ain't drunk, we're f**ed, ain't faking a funk Gave 'em some bud, they took it, waved us along now Probably getting blazed to this song (nah, that's raw) Got away cuz we're above the law Got a name cuz they raw like cut veins when they pour Been poor, made change now we make change from it all Ain't in the same lane as before, the name says it all (High Focus) Take a highly educated guess, my rhymes are motions That (?) with the 5 of the best strains, 3 types of nang cobras I am in the lions den, 3 eyes open Formulating plans to take out my opponents No lies, the cro flies, it flies potent Red eye, symbolising my mind in a moment Racing, skies part as I arise through the cracks in the paving Pacing, life's a taxing occasion Patience could turn you into a patient Don't like your occupation? Change it and stop complaining about your pain It's your life you're wasting Brain remains in a wastebin Make peace, take dreams, realise 'em and embrace 'em HF originate since day we been out on the stages We're not about the status, it has taken us places This ain't a label it's a family who's gracious Outrageous, out of our mind, out of the box and on a wavelength Forever elevating