Like what
Endless war whether you like it or not
Who's the original printer?
Who's shoving the images on ta ya
I ain't a coward you cunt
I'll shave ya hair off and make you look like Ian Dunt, you cunt
Watch ya mouth
Muscle man, these muscle men
Midget little side kicks and then San wank gimmicks
Amateurs never got wid it
These lads on big mouth, what dya do?
These lads got troubles, I'll tell ya what I'll do
Wank my cock until I jizz the mess all over you, cunt
Take ya mum out for dinner
Get her to WhatsApp ya, in-between sheets of my paint thinner
In a town called Bastard
You do not wanna play joke custard, no joke
Fried eggs git, fried yoke
Who's shoving the images on to ya
Who's shoving the images on to ya
Big lads text like big lads front
But ya all really quiet in the dressing room, cunt
Big lads text but they don't get front
'Cause ya all fucking quiet in the dressing room, cunt
Like carrots, I want the mange tout
Lift keys fucked and the rains coming down
Kids in tents, other bones on the streets
Poverty levels like crackling meat
In a tea cup, you got the same thing here
Guilt and sex like cars hit deer
I don't fuckin' want
Fuckin' want what
A life on social media going, I'm so smart
Look at my retort, look at what I resort too
We've all been there but I flew back
Don't get holiday blues, got heritage bands trying to PR they're way out of looking like glue
But what goes around is gonna re-'appen to you
I stay in at night keep my mouth shut just like I should do
Who's shoving the images on to ya?
Who's shoving, who's shoving the images on to ya?
Same old punk shit carping on
Ten versions of the same shit
S and M leather kit, but you can't get whipped
You can't get gigs, you got no friends 'cause you're fucking shit
S and M leather kit
But you can't get whipped
S and M leather kit
But you can't fucked 'cause you're a fucking cunt
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