Plenty More Piss in the Toilet

I played the sex scene, worked a circuit of slags Burstin my nads, I'd squirt in every dirty kebab Till I found the first person that I perfectly matched A bird with a stack Of hate and hurt for words that I rapped Loves so shook - ride the waves we surf to it collapsed Turning back the Hands of time I started working for cash It was beautiful, the same type of Dream is when ya... Nah fuck it!!! I can't explain the way the feeling had my heart rushing! Half something half nothing Part publishing in a past part love and last bluffing Last Cuddling in a parked car crushed As I rummaged in the dark for the answers but asked nothing I felt I stripped myself to shreds with a butchers knife Took a nice wedge of the way She used to look at life I'll write it my book of rhymes Nah i'll write in my book of lies And look at it with crooked eyes