worms

you dress like buck rogers

you got a bell-end for a face

if you fu'k with me

the shit you will taste

across your lips

you're a disgrace

so the glc will destroy the place

i drinks all the time

i love martini

lambrusco

lambrini and fukin'?

nobody's gonna fukin' mess with me

we're the fukin' masters

the glc

the fukin' posse

in the fukin

in effect

you better fukin' give us respect

that's right

i'm like a parasite

i come round to your house and keep you up all night

the. house kids skanking us on the draw

after trying to get us in trouble with the law

we fu'ked him up and left him for dead

then we went to oasis and had chips and pitta bread

fu'k with me and i'll flex my muscles

i'll beat the fu'k out of you oustside fussels

i'll fu'k you up like jack the ripper

and make my escape on the newport nipper

if you live in a house or you live in a mansion

i'll fcuk up your ringpiece like fukin' charlie manson

he's really fu'kin sick and he's in the goldie lookin' chain

and his name's love eggs and he adminsters the pain

the only way to get rid of the parasitic worm is cider

i rubs dogshit into my eyes

i went fukin' blind and no surprise

i said to the doctor

help it burns"