cunt make it up
Singer:sleaford mods
select deep roads channeled
what do you buy a ticket for you twat?
you tried to make a point out of what? you sack
i saw ya fucking shit singer
trying to look like he was studying the bands dinner
and you always wanna be the same
you live in carlton you twat
you're not snake fucking plissken
no understanding of what it means to write these tunes
on the highway of fucking artistry
ya look like rocket from the crypt
meets an old codger with one leg
hating the state that sent the poor cunt to war mate
you're fucking bleak little worm
tryna suck the juice out of a tuna tins
we won't win with a pint and a grunt
you just gotta look at the horse faced cunt
am i bring unintelligent? i don't care
the servants scream in delight
i'm gonna put a wrestling mask on and stand in front of a mixer
and start hitting it with a ding dong
write for the. and live on me own in a knackered cottage in limerick
music for people with a bit of extra money
i'm fighting off comedy mods