Songtext zu 'Feast' von Dirty Dike

Midget feast
The hash burns
I've never eaten a small person

Yo, the scene equals MC's sucking on each others nobs
A lot of same city cuddles over rubbish songs
A lot of lame shitty cover ups, the fuck is wrong?
You know your product's not enough to justify the way you act
Lazy man fake attack, rapping like I made a track
But only other wankers in your radius are talking
Mate, come on, are you the Jack of all trades?
You ain't mastered shit before you package or play
You live inside a world of restrictions
Ain't nothing more wonderful than cyphering the weak
Just stop and have a think for half a second
What you're on about is way beyond comfortable
I'm diving in your deep
You're crying in your sleep, blind to the sheep
Sellotape a siren to the lies and deceit
Shut up, fuck off and die proud
'Cause no one wants to see you make a mess of your stage
Try repressing your rage in an ethical way with an intellectual sentence on page
Question your brain, the messages you phrase
Nobody's the same, but everybody's marvelous
How the fuck you gonna sell a man a dream when he hasn't got the tablets, the neck & back & sleep?
Speaking in telepathy to me
You can spectate adventures but cleverly discreet

One time for your mind
Two time for your soul
Three time for your rhymes
You're a dick
One time for your mind
Two time for your soul
Three time for your rhymes
You're a dick
One time for your mind
Two time for your soul
Three time for your rhymes
You're a dick
One time for your mind
Two time for your soul
Three time for your rhymes
You're a dick

I don't wanna be as blunt I am
But my tolerance for bollocks hit the floor with a splat
How the fuck were you born as boring as that?
How the fuck are you proud of drawing a cat?
Your simple little brain still amazes me
And it doesn't make sense but it's plain to see
I wouldn't pay to see you play if you played for three days naked on a stage full of razors, G
Is that the best of your ability? Perhaps
And maybe we can kill it with soliloquies and facts
Mix a bit of spirit with the image, swig it back
Kill a slag in the middle of a village with an axe
Snatch the spinach, mister pillaging and that
Clocking figures, six million midgets in my flat
I leave the heating on, ordering a pizzas long
I got bored of the midgets, started eating one

One time for your mind
Two time for your soul
Three time for your rhymes
You're a dick
One time for your mind
Two time for your soul
Three time for your rhymes
You're a dick
One time for your mind
Two time for your soul
Three time for your rhymes
You're a dick
One time for your mind
Two time for your soul
Three time for your rhymes
You're a dick