Lyrics Dizzee Rascal – Bassline Junkie

Hey, turn the bass up, turn the bass up.

Big dirty stinking bass.
Dirty stinking bass.
Big dirty stinking bass.

I don’t need no speed. No.
I don’t need no heroin. No thanks.
I don’t want no coke. Not today.
You can keep your ketamine. Yeah.

I’m a bassline junkie. What?
I’m a bassline junkie. Tell them again.
I’m a bassline junkie. Tell them again.
And I like it funky.

What the fuck? What you doing?
Don’t touch it, don’t—who told you to touch it?
I will fucking kill you.
Don’t ever touch that fucking shit again.

I’m a fiend for a big dirty bassline.
When I hear one, I have a great time.
A bit of butterman’s all I require.
I let the bassline take me higher.

My friends think that it’s a bad habit,
But I’m just like, «Fuck you. Damn it.»
Alright!
If you take my bass away,
I’ll blow your fucking face away.

You might think I’m over the top,
But when I hear that bassline drop,
(what?)
I just can’t control my actions,
But I still feel satisfaction.

So don’t come around here whinging.
I just wanna hear the bassline rinsing.
(shut the fuck up!)
Or we can just skank out all day,
If not get the fuck out my way.

I don’t need no speed. No.
I don’t need no heroin. No thanks.
I don’t want no coke. Not today.
You can keep your ketamine. Yeah.

I’m a bassline junkie. What?
I’m a bassline junkie. Tell them again.
I’m a bassline junkie. Tell them again.
And I like it funky

Big dirty stinking bass.
Dirty stinking bass.
Big dirty stinking bass.
Dirty, dirty stinking,
Big dirty stinking bass.
Dirty stinking bass.
Big dirty stinking bass.
Bass, bass, bass, bass

The other day I got an ASBO order,
And I think it’s well out of order.
All my neighbors throwing a fit.
So I told them, «Suck my dick.»

And I told them I got the power,
And I turn the music up louder
All night ’til 6 in the morning.
Old bastards: they’re just boring.

You know me. I’m the bassline father.
Nobody can tell me neither.
And the police turned up, and they took me.
We drove out to the nick, and they booked me.

Then they said they’d give me a caution,
If I didn’t give them no distortion,
But I said, «Don’t bother. I’m guilty,
And my bassline’s fucking filthy.»

I don’t need no speed. No.
I don’t need no heroin. No thanks.
I don’t want no coke. Not today.
You can keep your ketamine. Yeah.

I’m a bassline junkie. What?
I’m a bassline junkie. Tell them again.
I’m a bassline junkie. Tell them again.
And I like it funky.

Big dirty stinking bass.
Dirty stinking bass.
Big dirty stinking bass.
Dirty, dirty stinking,
Big dirty stinking bass.
Dirty stinking bass.
Big dirty stinking bass.
Bass, bass, bass

Big dirty stinking bass.
Dirty stinking bass.
Big dirty stinking bass.
Dirty, dirty stinking,
Big dirty stinking bass.
Dirty stinking bass.
Big dirty stinking bass.
Bass, bass, bass

Big dirty stinking bass.
Dirty stinking bass.
Big dirty stinking bass.
Dirty, dirty stinking,
Big dirty stinking bass.
Dirty stinking bass.
Big dirty stinking bass.
Bass, bass, bass, bass
Bass, bass, bass, bass
Bass, bass, bass, bass.