Ouch - Dirty Dike, Lee Scott, Jman

Ow my toe, ow my finger, ow my head

Ow my head

Ow ow ow (Ow my head)

My foot hurts, I’m limping but I’ve looked worse

11 fingers deep in a crooks purse

I can’t read but I’m beating off my book worm

Crook perm genius and delete it Mr. push first (Ow my head)

I scrape my shin to the naked skin

Looked away hating on my breaking splint, think

You take a picture of my face and grin

But all I wanna do is make a coke mix and rape a bin

Bacon chin, you got a face like a smashed pasty

I crash vans into river banks and act skanky

Pan bashing in my attic getting Anne Frankie

I bake pastry, E-honda, Hand wanky

Sticky sticky fist the city like I’m picky Nicky

Begging me for 50p, ridiculous and sippy sippy

Mr. Kissy, fuck you and your Christmas wishy

I tiger uppercut the business out your bitches chimney

Oww — is there a doctor in the house?

I’m fucked up and bleeding from the snout, like

Oww — is there a doctor in the house?

I’m fucked up and bleeding from the snout, like (Ow my head)

Oww — is there a doctor in the house?

I’m fucked up and bleeding from the snout, like

Oww — is there a doctor in the house?

(Ow my head)

Yo Doc, I’m fucked, still I’m up entertaining sensual finger painting

Sick of painting flows and killing shows un till the systems breaking

Master what my father passed me down

Though I’m barging passed the crowd not giving a fuck giving the hardest style

(Ow my had)

I’m in to rearranging (fuck off)

Product of changa ville, eyes red like the man of steel

I ain’t a man to steal unless I’m rolling with the merry men

Holding down the jungle like Kenny Ken

I keep it British like roast dinners and cream teas

Putting your soul into lyrics is what the scene needs

So I’ma keep it real for people that want their sound back

'Cause nowadays we looking like a whole different species (Ow my head)

But parody rapping or latching onto the fans

Your band wagons looking like its all about to collapse

Fuck views, shares, likes and all that whack shit

I do this to make good music, fam and that’s it!

(Ow my head)

-Oww — is there a doctor in the house?

I’m fucked up and bleeding from the snout, like

Oww — is there a doctor in the house?

I’m fucked up and bleeding from the snout, like (Ow my head)

Oww — is there a doctor in the house?

I’m fucked up and bleeding from the snout, like

Oww — is there a doctor in the house?

(Ow my head)

I’ve got a hairline fracture on my middle toe, it’s probably fine

Worlds ending, put the kettle on and recline (chill)

But while we’re real lets make scrilla like J-Dilla

Mate, sip a beer, but straight jibba paint killer (Ow my head)

I bumped me knee on something G

What I’m trying to say is don’t fuck with me

Keeping it real, I’m feeling hostile, but (Ow my head)

I entered the room with a stapled on smile (look)

I had to get outside myself to find my inner peace

As cute as a puff puppy but I’m still a beast

My keepers ring the police when they see me off the leash

In the streets in a fleece, rare Hilfiger fleece (Ow my head)

A reprobate with a tax rebate

Fuck a brace mate, I Photoshop my teeth straight

I pose with the gwap, I’m over the top (money)

I re-follow trends I started ages ago but forgot!

(Ow my head)