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 bitch naked and take her to the woods But my boy's been chasing it and waiting for the look And it's a sure shit 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 fucking her friend So let the troubles commence - give a fuck 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 sucking a length
[Hook] Yo Why'd you always have to be in the kutch Trynna author straight shit like you're queen of the cocks (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 fucking 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 shit cunt fuck pig waste of beer
[Verse 2: Dirty Dike]
Now she's dropping hints about the drugs you got Acting like she hasn't got a clue about her money, stop Devious bitch you saw me wailing and said you didn't have a fucking penny left to pay for shit 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 fucking 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 fucking 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 bitch 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 fucking baccy out you actual slag You're mad casual, erratic as a matter of fact Get the fuck out the gaff, grab your ankles and clap
[Hook]
You're a shit cunt fuck pig waste of beer x2 You're a shit cunt fuck x2 You're a shit cunt fuck pig waste of beer