Mr. Constant - Waste of Beer lyrics

[Verse 1: Dirty Dike] 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 b**h naked and take her to the woods But my boy's been chasing it and waiting for the look And it's a sure sh** 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 f**ing her friend So let the troubles commence - give a f** 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 s**ing a length [Hook] Yo Why'd you always have to be in the kutch Trynna author straight sh** like you're queen of the co*ks (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 f**ing 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 sh** c*nt f** pig waste of beer [Verse 2: Dirty Dike] Now she's dropping hints about the d** you got Acting like she hasn't got a clue about her money, stop Devious b**h you saw me wailing and said you didn't have a f**ing penny left to pay for sh** 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 f**ing 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 f**ing 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 b**h 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 f**ing baccy out you actual slag You're mad casual, erratic as a matter of fact Get the f** out the gaff, grab your ankles and clap [Hook] You're a sh** c*nt f** pig waste of beer x2 You're a sh** c*nt f** x2 You're a sh** c*nt f** pig waste of beer